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A

Tuesday morning, laying in bed

You've left me alone again

Rotting in a grave of the love we made,

I searched for you

 

 

And I wish I could say it was

But this is far from the first time,

That you've left me behind,

To wonder what it is that's wrong with me

 

 

You know, in the night

It's warm beneath these sheets but you're so cold

Inches away but miles apart,

 

 

I swear you wish I was her

And I just can't stand the way you speak

Always riddles I can't decipher

They drive me up the wall all I want is answers

 

 

I'm not as heartless and impenetrable as you think

I'm just a kid with an ego

The feelings I have, you wash them down the sink.

And I think I'm starting to lose myself in all this mess

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harley-rae
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Apr 11, 2013
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