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Your broken and tired you're wasting away. 6-12
I tell you to leave but I want you to stay
You're breaking me now
Your killing my mind
Just let me forget the past we left behind
The things that you say just...
What are you saying?
I thought you love me
You brought me into this world
And what I only get….
You say you hate the way I think
How I do my hair…..
My sense of humor
The way I dress
My taste in music
The way I draw
The way I express myself
On a cold clear night
when the winter time
was knocking on Autumns door
I held you close in these arms of mine
like I had so many times before
and I tried to dream the hours back
and turn the hands of time
and relive every minute with you
and remember all my lines