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Blood Gets Weaker
It's become a dead end
When he should be your best friend
She's in the room on the couch
Across starring at dos grouch
Not once,
Not twice,
Not three times when she asks,
I realize an apology to me isn't something you grasp..
Cant bring myself to look at you
I've let you destroy me
My blood gets weaker
Each time you speak of her
Thats what sucks about a dead end
You want to keep going
Our situation is something you'll never mend
I'll just beat this steering wheel instead.
At least it wont fight back
My self esteem wont be attacked
Just my tear ducks
Totally sucks
Your not worth it
Wish you were a fly
I'd smash you with chop sticks
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