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May 2015
I build up bridges
They will soon crumble

I feed her small ego
Try to act like I'm humble

She sits down alone
crying on the floor

I'm too far gone
Headed for the door

She tells me I'm great
I start to believe

She's wasting her breath
I think I must leave

Her thoughts keep me up at night
**** it's already dawn

I must keep moving now
I'm already gone.
Ramble on
Misplaced Texan
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