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Leaving.

Say it again
And let the games begin.
Im not backing down,
Get the hell outta this town.

Why are you so cold?
So dead inside, like you cant be told.
Don’t even try to blame me.
I’ve got you down to a tee.

You act so tough,
Like you're so much better then love,
Why can;t u accept,
That you’ll never win this bet.

Im coming home, and im raising hell,
Who’s left to tell?
Your story is over, lost in time,
Get over it, and let me live mine.

So ungrateful for the life that is given,
After all these years, you're still driven,
Only by hate,
Well its way too late.

I’m coming home, and I’m raising hell
Who’s left to tell?
Your story is over, lost in time,
Get over it, and let me live mine.

Such a waste,
Such a bad taste,
And even after all you’ve put me through,
I still love you.





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iamnoelle said...
May 7, 2010 at 1:25 am
Love this my soulmate!
 
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