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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
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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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