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My Former Life

Just Wishing to see another glimpse of your face I walk this beach alone now, in a steady pace I Don't think you want me anymore Don't you know my heart is sore What are you doing? You picked the lock, opening my heart Opening it up for infection Look at all the Built up Paranoia because of the neglection Do you no longer want my heart Or did you lead me on too? And all I wanted was you Your eating my soul burning my motivation down stripping me naked in front of an awkward crowd

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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