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Someone said I could dream like only I want to.
They said that I had quite the style to be a ghost.
They said I was pure in my ways of love and rott..
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It's a short road to Hell,
but a long one to meet God.
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I cannot say I feel for the boy as he does for me,
For my heart is yours as I have sworn.
With each pressured test I reject him,
Knowing my love fo..
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I think I'm making amends with my demons slowly.
Though a friend has fallen for me, I share not the same emotions.
My love is only to one man: You.
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I know things have been hard, these things I fail to say.
And I know we spent time telling each other how much we felt.
And I recall your voice, the..
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I am not the one to say the goodbyes.
They are what is said to me.
And though I hold on in a vain hope,
Not a single one comes back.
Will you prov..
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What is the point in living and falling in love?
What is the point in finding happiness and overcoming differences?
I do not understand.
I wish to..
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I am last nights dinner.
I am the leftovers in the fridge.
No one wants to gorge on me.
I rot slowly, start to waste away.
And no one throws me ou..
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How else do I say I am okay if it remains an utter lie?
I lost you, a close friend who have me life, a boy who loved deeply,
but fell so far away fr..
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These nightmares are from you.
A constant reminder of my mistakes.
These slit hopes are yours to keep.
I guess we'll never know what may have been.
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