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I'm not a put out cigarette at the end of a rough day, Your midnight **** on the torn up couch because you were lonely, I'm not an excuse for you to pretend you don't care, Your extra blanket that gets thrown on the floor when it's too warm. I'm not your second choice, I'm my own last, And that already makes my mind spin far too fast.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
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I'm not a put out cigarette at the end of a rough day, Your midnight **** on the torn up couch because you were lonely, I'm not an excuse for you to pretend you don't care, Your extra blanket that gets thrown on the floor when it's too warm. I'm not your second choice, I'm my own last, And that already makes my mind spin far too fast.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
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