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Keep pushing me against my chest where my hearts suppose to lie and make me cry
Draw the very blood that was given to me
Cast shadows over my head while I’m dancing in a whirlwind
Leave me bare and in despair and then maybe I’ll know what lonely is
A promise broken while a lie is blossoming
I’m broken down, weak, take advantage of me
Copyright © Ronda Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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