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I remember the day when things shifted I recall the moment when we drifted Situations that I felt brought us closer You’d draw an interception You’d redeem yourself for someone else Temporary fixes that rebuilt plastic bridges Conversations you’d ignore Breaking down your door Trying to understand you to your core Thought that’d make you want me more Told you how hard it was for me to hide I wear my heart on my sleeve Like a tattoo with your name engraved Paved the way for me to tiptoe toward love Balloons tied to my heart strings, Bring me back to earth with your words Despite my feelings, Stitched and stuffed with the ones that hurt Ate at my being That I wasn’t cut out for being believed in Cuddled me when you were in need Used me for your own sense of greed Tore me at the seams, Disintegrating all my dreams Dripping from the palms of my hands Waiting for you to face your feelings I was my own type of crazy Talked to the crowd, I wasn’t proud of the way I stayed They reinforced and validated Every little instance I stated Counting down the days 1460 days being played But who’s keeping score?
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
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I remember the day when things shifted I recall the moment when we drifted Situations that I felt brought us closer You’d draw an interception You’d redeem yourself for someone else Temporary fixes that rebuilt plastic bridges Conversations you’d ignore Breaking down your door Trying to understand you to your core Thought that’d make you want me more Told you how hard it was for me to hide I wear my heart on my sleeve Like a tattoo with your name engraved Paved the way for me to tiptoe toward love Balloons tied to my heart strings, Bring me back to earth with your words Despite my feelings, Stitched and stuffed with the ones that hurt Ate at my being That I wasn’t cut out for being believed in Cuddled me when you were in need Used me for your own sense of greed Tore me at the seams, Disintegrating all my dreams Dripping from the palms of my hands Waiting for you to face your feelings I was my own type of crazy Talked to the crowd, I wasn’t proud of the way I stayed They reinforced and validated Every little instance I stated Counting down the days 1460 days being played But who’s keeping score?
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andreanicole
22/F/Bay Area
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
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