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I’ve often been told By many different souls. That I’m hard to read It’s getting old Enough for me to forget it Until it comes up again And again and again. Is it my glares to the top corner or the room Or the stale air Was it because I already told you ? Worried about my feelings, But it’s Your actions . Do you not have any compassion Or respect for yourself Sour. Here’s another number Take a guess How I feel Use your head Tell me what’s real. Can’t be looking down Face glowing Up Because you can’t talk Like a ******* grown up This mind game is too lame I can’t stand your sad face but You need a kick into reality I told one time Don’t you ever lash out at me I’m a piece of **** inside But I never let it out I don’t wanna give you Something to talk about Everyone’s cool Until they don’t shout This is how The truth comes out
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
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I’ve often been told By many different souls. That I’m hard to read It’s getting old Enough for me to forget it Until it comes up again And again and again. Is it my glares to the top corner or the room Or the stale air Was it because I already told you ? Worried about my feelings, But it’s Your actions . Do you not have any compassion Or respect for yourself Sour. Here’s another number Take a guess How I feel Use your head Tell me what’s real. Can’t be looking down Face glowing Up Because you can’t talk Like a ******* grown up This mind game is too lame I can’t stand your sad face but You need a kick into reality I told one time Don’t you ever lash out at me I’m a piece of **** inside But I never let it out I don’t wanna give you Something to talk about Everyone’s cool Until they don’t shout This is how The truth comes out
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
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