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its hard to root out all i did for you what was done for me- what wasnt done it doesnt really matter tho either way i smile and act like it dont mean a thing it means everything to me to act your fool decisions decisions decisions decided to stay in bed today i still made money and my feet still hurt descriptions descriptions describe me decided to stay in my same suit i still woke up decided im driving not for you but to you every step slowing me down keys melt into the door this is a dream youre not really still alive deciding deciding descriptions people mostly lovers want descriptions of you and why i am so me now i am not me because of you you are not you because of me they dont understand decisions why would they understand my descriptions describe her other than as my Queen other than the twin to my flame its impossible without sounding descriptively despicable. . and so i let go and continue telling people you passed away "what happened to that girl you decided youve been in love with since the eleventh grade" "i found out she got back with her ***** with the Lexus and the description of that purple haze"
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
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its hard to root out all i did for you what was done for me- what wasnt done it doesnt really matter tho either way i smile and act like it dont mean a thing it means everything to me to act your fool decisions decisions decisions decided to stay in bed today i still made money and my feet still hurt descriptions descriptions describe me decided to stay in my same suit i still woke up decided im driving not for you but to you every step slowing me down keys melt into the door this is a dream youre not really still alive deciding deciding descriptions people mostly lovers want descriptions of you and why i am so me now i am not me because of you you are not you because of me they dont understand decisions why would they understand my descriptions describe her other than as my Queen other than the twin to my flame its impossible without sounding descriptively despicable. . and so i let go and continue telling people you passed away "what happened to that girl you decided youve been in love with since the eleventh grade" "i found out she got back with her ***** with the Lexus and the description of that purple haze"
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
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