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Your cliche lies, Play like a scratched record in my mind. With each error, I wince at its inability to convey what you really mean. Yeah, the truth behind your missed phone calls and this goddamn feeling. I'm not your crutch, i'm not your nurse. You keep callin' 911 baby, but you won't get a reply. There are some times in life when you have to scoop up the broken glass yourself & face your options. Although I only hope that you stab those shards where they beling ((in your heart)), paay no mind to me. I'm just a boy with a pen && you're just a girl with a temper. So let's call it quits while we're still behind. |