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We trust and believe so easily |
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Where does our story end where does it start i buried you along with my heart |
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♥Now the scars of white have gone♥ |
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I used to rely on self-medication, |
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There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, |
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Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees. |
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" i would rather have had one touch...of her hand...one kiss...of her mouth...then an iternity without it." |
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- So long - |
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So dangle my life on a string peaced to a bloody needle |
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~dont smile at me anymore |