One at Once

August 10, 2010
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In my mind you are a broken record,
in which I hate the song your features sing.
You haunt me everywhere I travel.
You gave me sorrow, and thats all you'll bring.
We poured our souls, one at once.
Knowing promises are made to be broken.
I felt my insides breaking,
with every word that was spoken.
Busted on the floor like fragile glass,
I am busted all the way through.
Your rivers dry, and bridge collapsed,
and thats why I cant get over you.

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