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The Last Goodbye
We talked for hours
day break till the sun hides from its fears
We made it seem like this can work
through all my faults, you managed to stay
still can't understand why
I just will keep screwing up
and somehow you will continue to come back
but how long till that streak ends
and all i see left of you is a river of tears and your heart
You always yell at my mistakes
I never seem to care about yours
cause honestly no one is perfect
well you think you are
and always find ways to bring me down.
You criticize my writing, call me everything im not
and still I manage to stay in these handcuffs that are bound to my wrists
But I will bust out of these claws
Leave to a world far away from you
Your like Pluto
Your the smallest one and no one remembers you
I made you someone that everyone will like
but I made a mistake
no one can take away that Medusa look in your eyes
im stuck as a statue, on your trophy shelf
people who you have tooken their life's
and made them suffer for trying to make her disappear
I guess this trophy shelf is my new home
might as well say goodbye to my life
since I know I have no strength to fight back
and bust out of this tension
This is my last and final goodbye
day break till the sun hides from its fears
We made it seem like this can work
through all my faults, you managed to stay
still can't understand why
I just will keep screwing up
and somehow you will continue to come back
but how long till that streak ends
and all i see left of you is a river of tears and your heart
You always yell at my mistakes
I never seem to care about yours
cause honestly no one is perfect
well you think you are
and always find ways to bring me down.
You criticize my writing, call me everything im not
and still I manage to stay in these handcuffs that are bound to my wrists
But I will bust out of these claws
Leave to a world far away from you
Your like Pluto
Your the smallest one and no one remembers you
I made you someone that everyone will like
but I made a mistake
no one can take away that Medusa look in your eyes
im stuck as a statue, on your trophy shelf
people who you have tooken their life's
and made them suffer for trying to make her disappear
I guess this trophy shelf is my new home
might as well say goodbye to my life
since I know I have no strength to fight back
and bust out of this tension
This is my last and final goodbye
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