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I can drown myself in new music and relive my memories sometimes I write a lot and sometimes I need to get away you thought you got away with ****** but everything was on tape it was like painting numbers on a white pale wall, something clean humans don't go look for danger, danger will find them where needed you never waited for me to get my **** together, you said you hated me it were the bad things I only could remember about you, all the bad and all the lonely boys fell for the girl who was now a thing called pretty and all the popular boys didn't fell for the same girl back in those days Mondays always came with rain and Friday always left with a smile the moments you lived for were minimal, it were only the weekends I remember how lonely you felt, missing the people around you the voices in your head became your new home, they were your friends sometimes they come back, just to say a simple hello... it was all about living for someone that never take a breath for you.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
a simple hello.
I can drown myself in new music and relive my memories sometimes I write a lot and sometimes I need to get away you thought you got away with ****** but everything was on tape it was like painting numbers on a white pale wall, something clean humans don't go look for danger, danger will find them where needed you never waited for me to get my **** together, you said you hated me it were the bad things I only could remember about you, all the bad and all the lonely boys fell for the girl who was now a thing called pretty and all the popular boys didn't fell for the same girl back in those days Mondays always came with rain and Friday always left with a smile the moments you lived for were minimal, it were only the weekends I remember how lonely you felt, missing the people around you the voices in your head became your new home, they were your friends sometimes they come back, just to say a simple hello... it was all about living for someone that never take a breath for you.
sometimes I dream things, sometimes I write things.
BelleVictoria
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
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