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I can taste the ******* drips, an IV of memories, a life line I can feel my nose bleeding, I begin to laugh, why me? Is it getting hard to explain to your parents what you did last night? Do you hold back? Do they even care? Mine don't seem to give a **** My mother asked me why there's black circles around my eyes, asked why I seem to be on edge, why I'm never home A lot of questions I don't like to say much, I'd rather just do I'm more of a slap you across the face kind of girl, or a dance away from the smell of hate kind of life enthusiast Sometimes I wish I cared Most days I'm glad I don't
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Slapping Ex Boyfriends
I can taste the ******* drips, an IV of memories, a life line I can feel my nose bleeding, I begin to laugh, why me? Is it getting hard to explain to your parents what you did last night? Do you hold back? Do they even care? Mine don't seem to give a **** My mother asked me why there's black circles around my eyes, asked why I seem to be on edge, why I'm never home A lot of questions I don't like to say much, I'd rather just do I'm more of a slap you across the face kind of girl, or a dance away from the smell of hate kind of life enthusiast Sometimes I wish I cared Most days I'm glad I don't
"At the end of the night I didn't regret not kissing you back, I regretted not hitting you harder"
#love#drugs#party
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
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