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how can you wave your guns my way and then say your sorry and that things will be ok The buzzing of my phone makes my heart jump and knees weak They call you the NPD and I the codependent you seek just one day, one  hour or one minute is too long I crave and sacrifice my happiness to hear you say you were wrong Sorry is said conveniently when I am asleep and you need a number from the phone I wiped clean I swore I wouldn't fall for those weightless words then it would be round…. i lost count, it became absurd my begging and pleading serves to make you loathe me more compulsively driving you away and into the arms of a ***** Nobody sees you as a villain Him? But he's just so loud It gives me the shivers evil emerges from that shroud. For when the door is shut your hands tighten around my neck no one knows that broken finger was an act of self defense
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
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how can you wave your guns my way and then say your sorry and that things will be ok The buzzing of my phone makes my heart jump and knees weak They call you the NPD and I the codependent you seek just one day, one  hour or one minute is too long I crave and sacrifice my happiness to hear you say you were wrong Sorry is said conveniently when I am asleep and you need a number from the phone I wiped clean I swore I wouldn't fall for those weightless words then it would be round…. i lost count, it became absurd my begging and pleading serves to make you loathe me more compulsively driving you away and into the arms of a ***** Nobody sees you as a villain Him? But he's just so loud It gives me the shivers evil emerges from that shroud. For when the door is shut your hands tighten around my neck no one knows that broken finger was an act of self defense
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
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