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Jan 2015
My heart still beats though it's dead a little bit
She only pays attention to me if I play dead for a little bit

But when I spring to life
She chases who's dead a little bit

She can always tell
Because he only replies for a little bit

I've played that gameΒ Β before
Only replying for a little bit

Leaving her with questions....
I hope he likes me a little bit

It makes her care a lot
But they'll only be together for a little bit

Because she pushes when he pulls
Leaving him hurt a for little bit

So now he's given up
Leaving him dead a little bit

Will that ever change?
I don't know

I'm dying. Not dead.
Just a little bit.
Never give up on love. Find another.
Quela Vente
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Quela Vente
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   Pj and Joseph Schneider
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