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Aug 2012
Keep saying there is no problem
And pretty soon.
You'll be trying to solve them.

Just keep on living behind that facade of pretense.
Trying to impress your friemds and parents.
Image has derailed many marital unions.
And pretty soon.
We're going to be one of them.

When trying to work things out.
You escape into living strictly in your world of fantasy.

The day of being a child is long gone.
And one day.
You're going to wake up.
And, I'll be long gone.
Leaving you to survive all alone.

Do you hear me?
Do you believe me?
Please believe me.
You know my ways.
And begging won't make me stay.

Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
You better believe it.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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