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# Will you be sad when he leaves Or it doesn't work out When you scream and shout *Until you fall ill inside With no where to hide* ***How inside you were hiding your ill will, Your true feelings, Of how you weren't being true and felt*** nothing? Nothing no more Now it's gone and done And can't be undone by any undoing *Even though you did nothing While you so desperately wanted nothing to do?* ***Toodaloo to you too Miss thing in a tutu*** Dancing around **Go ***** Because we've done this before Two, three, or maybe four before this So, before this becomes that And you turn and look back I'm not having that again It goes against all I believe *I think it best you be leaving Have a good evening* Don't even stop to speak I need that speaker hissing to stop It's stopping me from living My liver can't handle *The quivering flame of a candle As you pull that arrow from your quiver Through the tin can of my heart Losing grip on the handle On handlebars I ride but I can't do myself* ***My selfish needs are not selfish They're needed for survival*** Seen too many revival Can't revive this scene This film reel is not clean *And so alas, we must say adieu I know it's true;* I do And so do you #
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Will you be sad?
# Will you be sad when he leaves Or it doesn't work out When you scream and shout *Until you fall ill inside With no where to hide* ***How inside you were hiding your ill will, Your true feelings, Of how you weren't being true and felt*** nothing? Nothing no more Now it's gone and done And can't be undone by any undoing *Even though you did nothing While you so desperately wanted nothing to do?* ***Toodaloo to you too Miss thing in a tutu*** Dancing around **Go ***** Because we've done this before Two, three, or maybe four before this So, before this becomes that And you turn and look back I'm not having that again It goes against all I believe *I think it best you be leaving Have a good evening* Don't even stop to speak I need that speaker hissing to stop It's stopping me from living My liver can't handle *The quivering flame of a candle As you pull that arrow from your quiver Through the tin can of my heart Losing grip on the handle On handlebars I ride but I can't do myself* ***My selfish needs are not selfish They're needed for survival*** Seen too many revival Can't revive this scene This film reel is not clean *And so alas, we must say adieu I know it's true;* I do And so do you #
Written: February 9, 2018 All rights reserved.
micrography-mike-d
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48/M/Massachusetts
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
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