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My fingers curl around the pen A silent plead The only thing I need Is to know where you've been Tapping it against my temple Hour after hour Don't cower I've only just begun to lose my mental Let the silent flow know Behind this pain My strength speaks volumes Waves can manipulate a crowd To follow you Gentle vengeance against a series of unfortunate events The suspense is what gets you Not the multiple texts Nor the 'I don't care' pretense I've sent If you'd just spent hours Waiting on me you'd be angry But you see I'd rather be pain free The beginning of a phone call is the end to all we've been through The sweet relief of a phone line click without an "I love you"
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
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My fingers curl around the pen A silent plead The only thing I need Is to know where you've been Tapping it against my temple Hour after hour Don't cower I've only just begun to lose my mental Let the silent flow know Behind this pain My strength speaks volumes Waves can manipulate a crowd To follow you Gentle vengeance against a series of unfortunate events The suspense is what gets you Not the multiple texts Nor the 'I don't care' pretense I've sent If you'd just spent hours Waiting on me you'd be angry But you see I'd rather be pain free The beginning of a phone call is the end to all we've been through The sweet relief of a phone line click without an "I love you"
lauren-cole
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
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