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where'd you go? don't come home because slowly I'm fading away and I'd like to die if that's okay I guess this was never really my thing and love isn't really my thing between all the words you never spoke and all the words I never wrote well we could make something beautiful but anything aside from an argument's a miracle I think you're better off gone and I'd rather be alone if I wrote you a hundred notes and made you read every last one well I don't think you'd get the hint but you never knew what my words meant I mean what's easy for you, stepping on people to cross the room? maybe it's best you stay away you're a filthy rag atop a bouquet there's no way I could possibly depict all the pain you inflict so I guess this isn't really your thing and love was never really your thing I'll just sleep off your departure and awake with your memory a blur would that lure you back dear? long enough for me to yell "get out of here!"? long enough to see my craze? or are you forever lost in a phrase?
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
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where'd you go? don't come home because slowly I'm fading away and I'd like to die if that's okay I guess this was never really my thing and love isn't really my thing between all the words you never spoke and all the words I never wrote well we could make something beautiful but anything aside from an argument's a miracle I think you're better off gone and I'd rather be alone if I wrote you a hundred notes and made you read every last one well I don't think you'd get the hint but you never knew what my words meant I mean what's easy for you, stepping on people to cross the room? maybe it's best you stay away you're a filthy rag atop a bouquet there's no way I could possibly depict all the pain you inflict so I guess this isn't really your thing and love was never really your thing I'll just sleep off your departure and awake with your memory a blur would that lure you back dear? long enough for me to yell "get out of here!"? long enough to see my craze? or are you forever lost in a phrase?
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brianna-marie
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
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