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I wrote this at McDonalds..
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Don't take this too literal.
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I'm here, but I'm holding my breath
the sun's in my eyes, the wind catching
my hair, my hands fall deep inside my
pockets, as you teach me,
it's o..
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Welling up with freak and regret,
his tears let me know he was still there.
My bruises havent' always healed as well
on the surface, but as least I..
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My words compare you to a winters storm,
a springs sudden flood,
a summers night after day.
Your eyes so coolly iced against my warm body,
pushing..
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And here I sit, mourning my all forgotten bliss
my hands are spilling out words from a nightmare,
scribble you out, and off of this page,
like ..
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