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Nov 2013
I really do feel
You look at me like i'm just another meal
I want you to care
I'm tired of cowering under your glare
You make me want to cry
With every single lie
I want to be what you want
but you're only playing with my heart strings, making them oh so taunt.
Written by
Carson Taylor
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