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What I Expected From You

Now there's no one to hear my words
And I've never really spoke too much
The waters they now cast out
My mouth from now on will be closed

Hope you didn't forget about my gifts
They were sent with too many care
I tried to make sure I wouldn't come out hurt
But life can be a bitch and so can you

My guts are pressing down on me
I can't stand this pain
Please just stop, dear god, stop this now
I can't stand this pain
You're gonna make me, you're gonna make me

Two hours now seem more like three
You'll never be the one for me
I looked, but there was nothing to see
And that just confirmed my blindness

You'll have to come out somehow
Sooner or later, you'll have to come out somehow
You'll have to come out somehow
Sooner or later, you'll have to come out somehow
You'll have to come out somehow
Sooner or later, you'll have to come out somehow
You'll have to come out somehow
Sooner or later, you'll have to come out somehow
And give me some good news
Written by hollowgraphic (Philip Everett Brock)
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