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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...
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
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