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What the **** am I thinking I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing I just have a knack for ruining things Especially the ones that mean the most Are you going to be here when I come home Or will you leave me again, will I be alone No more you, no more me All this has me question reality Sure these things all feel real But what you're saying just can't be true Granted that it's only a matter of time Before I'm useless to you and your existence What the **** am I thinking I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing I just have a knack for ruining things Especially the ones that mean the most Are you going to be here when I come home Or will you leave me again, will I be alone I constantly sing about my heart breaking I truly wish I could stop how you feel How you think the answers a bullet or rope Baby just have a little hope No harm will ever come your way Not today or any other day There will never be a time in which you fall That I won't catch you and stand you up tall What the **** am I thinking I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing I just have a knack for ruining things Especially the ones that mean the most Are you going to be here when I come home Or will you leave me again, will I be alone I can't take this pain anymore Just come back and run into my arms They won't ever let you go again That's a promise I intend to keep Because no matter what I ever love None of it will come close to you
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 8:42 PM UTC
Am I Thinking?
What the **** am I thinking I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing I just have a knack for ruining things Especially the ones that mean the most Are you going to be here when I come home Or will you leave me again, will I be alone No more you, no more me All this has me question reality Sure these things all feel real But what you're saying just can't be true Granted that it's only a matter of time Before I'm useless to you and your existence What the **** am I thinking I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing I just have a knack for ruining things Especially the ones that mean the most Are you going to be here when I come home Or will you leave me again, will I be alone I constantly sing about my heart breaking I truly wish I could stop how you feel How you think the answers a bullet or rope Baby just have a little hope No harm will ever come your way Not today or any other day There will never be a time in which you fall That I won't catch you and stand you up tall What the **** am I thinking I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing I just have a knack for ruining things Especially the ones that mean the most Are you going to be here when I come home Or will you leave me again, will I be alone I can't take this pain anymore Just come back and run into my arms They won't ever let you go again That's a promise I intend to keep Because no matter what I ever love None of it will come close to you
Copyright; Bret Desrochers
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 8:42 PM UTC
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