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I know you've forgotten about me, Most people do. Quick runs into love and they never were true. I'm a devil in diamonds, And an angel in dirt, I was born with missing pieces, I've been eager to hurt. But the look in your eyes Like a thousand knives, Ripping through all the walls I've built around me. And the tip of your tongue, Sings the melodies I've sung, For what feels like a thousand years. The things that you said, Play inside my head, Like a million counts of reverb. And it's hard to know that you're just for the day. What do I do tomorrow when I'm not okay? It's hard to explain, Makes me feel I'm insane, And the look you made when I wished I was dead. I'm too honest for my own good, Say more than I should, And it pushes away every time. But the look in your eyes Like a thousand knives, Ripping through all the walls I've built around me. And the tip of your tongue, Sings the melodies I've sung, For what feels like a thousand years. The things that you said, Play inside my head, Like a million counts of reverb And it's hard to know that you're just for the day. What do I do tomorrow when I'm not okay? And I know you've already forgotten about me
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
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I know you've forgotten about me, Most people do. Quick runs into love and they never were true. I'm a devil in diamonds, And an angel in dirt, I was born with missing pieces, I've been eager to hurt. But the look in your eyes Like a thousand knives, Ripping through all the walls I've built around me. And the tip of your tongue, Sings the melodies I've sung, For what feels like a thousand years. The things that you said, Play inside my head, Like a million counts of reverb. And it's hard to know that you're just for the day. What do I do tomorrow when I'm not okay? It's hard to explain, Makes me feel I'm insane, And the look you made when I wished I was dead. I'm too honest for my own good, Say more than I should, And it pushes away every time. But the look in your eyes Like a thousand knives, Ripping through all the walls I've built around me. And the tip of your tongue, Sings the melodies I've sung, For what feels like a thousand years. The things that you said, Play inside my head, Like a million counts of reverb And it's hard to know that you're just for the day. What do I do tomorrow when I'm not okay? And I know you've already forgotten about me
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
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