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Jul 2014
still you **** me, this isn't love
I tried to be someone else
but that just gave you another girl to *****.
you've brought me down.
and I can see you don't play around,
bring me skin to breathe
I need your bones next to me,
it's so sad, you see?

I crave the times you left your mark on me
I could go back to when you were touching me.
now I'm drunk and alone,
sitting on the phone,
listening to the sound of the paradise in your tone.
Kayauna Rose Freeman
Written by
Kayauna Rose Freeman  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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