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Over It
Species..I don't know what you are...lovely yes but more from afar...like moon shadows on the lake...I watch you dissipate...airy...I inhale you in...that toasted almond scent...then blow it out again
Boy...its no secret I want you bad...but for you I am a secret...you're ashamed to be...seen with me...you care more about rumours than truth...who cares if they gossip...your blessed..I'm with you
Somewhere in the rise and fall of my chest...lies summertime sadness and winter madness....hurt feelings of a broken heart...emotionally...you take my energy...leaving my mind stranded
I sleep until I can't sleep anymore...I didn't want love before...you just grew on me...now a ripped bandage on a salted wound....I hate that I loved you...I was happier...miserable and alone...then hunting you down with the phone..
I am only human...so excuse me...maybe I shouldn't talk about us....keep your privacy...guess you feel like a star being chased by papparazzi....who the fuck you think you are...Theres more than one star
Yes....so with the confessions of a girl with depression...Decisions must be made....I am getting older..no time to play...no time for drama on my plate...when i don't know what to do to please you...i meditate...don't react at all...
Maybe I'll get back to you..or maybe not at all...
Boy...its no secret I want you bad...but for you I am a secret...you're ashamed to be...seen with me...you care more about rumours than truth...who cares if they gossip...your blessed..I'm with you
Somewhere in the rise and fall of my chest...lies summertime sadness and winter madness....hurt feelings of a broken heart...emotionally...you take my energy...leaving my mind stranded
I sleep until I can't sleep anymore...I didn't want love before...you just grew on me...now a ripped bandage on a salted wound....I hate that I loved you...I was happier...miserable and alone...then hunting you down with the phone..
I am only human...so excuse me...maybe I shouldn't talk about us....keep your privacy...guess you feel like a star being chased by papparazzi....who the fuck you think you are...Theres more than one star
Yes....so with the confessions of a girl with depression...Decisions must be made....I am getting older..no time to play...no time for drama on my plate...when i don't know what to do to please you...i meditate...don't react at all...
Maybe I'll get back to you..or maybe not at all...
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