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This is where they leave me.
They leave me at my best.
I punched, tormented, and scorned her.
Serenaded her with my scene of fornicate.
Me, myself, and I.
So put me in shackles and chains
‘Cause I’m not going anywhere.
And you’re my baby right now.
This will lead me to a naughty sin.
How many more will I commit?
Tell me it’s not another Myspace kiss.
I heard XO playing in the background
But the record skipped.
How far we’re separated is so much like
A bad dream.
And we fall so hard for each other.
Are we really meant to be this way?
‘Cause I’m always sleeping my time away
With the games she plays.
I bet her hands are under the covers too.
That’s the truth and me.
The words in your diary collided and formed
An attack against you.
And I hope we have protection because
Bullets are beginning to form.
I’ll make it out alive.
How about you?





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