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Silver, one...two...blue, As the cars go by my mind wanders to you. How your eyes turned amber in the light, How your smile cut through me like a dagger, Never the matter, It was all for you. Future talks and past traumas, Highs, lows and all the dramas. Back and forth in our ruthless endeavors, we thought we were clever. Maybe one day we'll get better, but not together, Because you broke the girl who was made from glass, crash. Now she's too sharp for you to hold her. Shame. She fell for a boy so lame, even though everyone told her
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
Blind Spots
Silver, one...two...blue, As the cars go by my mind wanders to you. How your eyes turned amber in the light, How your smile cut through me like a dagger, Never the matter, It was all for you. Future talks and past traumas, Highs, lows and all the dramas. Back and forth in our ruthless endeavors, we thought we were clever. Maybe one day we'll get better, but not together, Because you broke the girl who was made from glass, crash. Now she's too sharp for you to hold her. Shame. She fell for a boy so lame, even though everyone told her
britney-lyn
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
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