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Sep 2014
I'm fed up with your ten cent love.
I'm not fed up with trying.
Don't want more promises to lift me up.
I won't leave without rising.
when all you do is drag me down,
But I will hold you safe.
the earth has swallowed me whole and,
My arms were all your space.
you can't save me now,
Now I refuse to face it.
I'm fed up with your ten cent love,
Then it's overdue I change it.
Empty dinner tables, refill my cup,
I'll pour you shared-sip tea,
I can't wait at this bar alone another hour,
Then leave, and wait with me.
I can't watch my heart crumble anymore,
I hold it safe and patch it,
So pack up your bags and go with the wind,
I won't, but I will catch it.
to where ever wind should take you,
I think it's blowing north.
Don't make it bleed more than it has to,
My blood will run it's course.
Because I'm dying anyway, and my soul
is at the bottom,
I won't let you fade away, and my hands
will break the coffin

of a jar of pennies I'll use till sunset
to get me by
You can tell that we're not done yet,
By the blood red tears I cry.

Don't make me beg, don't throw another dime
in my direction, don't try to buy something that
you cannot afford
**I would never let our house of time,
Or familiy collapse.
The final word.
Written by
Connor Ruther
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