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Angel
You
I
can't stop
watching
your fucking
youtube videos
and it's driving me
insane Jersey boy
it's driving me nuts
save me from
the beauty of your mind
because you're no longer mine
and it's my fault and
it aches
I miss
smoking cigarettes
whilst on the phone
with you and
freezing my ass off
as I sat out on the balcony
I miss
the way you
never said my name
swapped it for pet names
I miss the ache in my soul
when you fell asleep because
it meant you'd be gone for 12 hours
(i'd have to battle another country on
my own for a little while and
only you know how I felt)
See
I can fuck
any bloke
now
but
it will always
only be
you.
I want exploring my depths
I
fucking
hate you
but i hate that
life scares me without you
I hate that you were right about
things I thought you were
wrong about because
I was naive.
I hate
the fact that I
will always be searching
for your face in the
goddamn crowds of fucking town
knowing you'll never touch down
on my side of the world
again.
I fucking hate this
I hate that I still have the
cuddly sheep we used to call
our son.
I hate that I can't touch the
damn thing anymore.
Dear Angel
Fuck you.
I
can't stop
watching
your fucking
youtube videos
and it's driving me
insane Jersey boy
it's driving me nuts
save me from
the beauty of your mind
because you're no longer mine
and it's my fault and
it aches
I miss
smoking cigarettes
whilst on the phone
with you and
freezing my ass off
as I sat out on the balcony
I miss
the way you
never said my name
swapped it for pet names
I miss the ache in my soul
when you fell asleep because
it meant you'd be gone for 12 hours
(i'd have to battle another country on
my own for a little while and
only you know how I felt)
See
I can fuck
any bloke
now
but
it will always
only be
you.
I want exploring my depths
I
fucking
hate you
but i hate that
life scares me without you
I hate that you were right about
things I thought you were
wrong about because
I was naive.
I hate
the fact that I
will always be searching
for your face in the
goddamn crowds of fucking town
knowing you'll never touch down
on my side of the world
again.
I fucking hate this
I hate that I still have the
cuddly sheep we used to call
our son.
I hate that I can't touch the
damn thing anymore.
Dear Angel
Fuck you.
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