Six months has been and I'm still sick of everything that makes you smile,
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I've been here before,
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I'm just hoping this will die down
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But I've learned from experience
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That love is a risk and I'm just hoping you're hearing this,
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So maybe you'll know just how it feels to be sitting here,
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Wide awake and far from dreaming
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Don't tell me that I'll be fine
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My broken bones are caving in,
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I feel you crawl beneath my skin,
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You went and fucked this up
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'Cuz you couldn't keep your legs shut
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And you'll find me burning bridges,
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Searching for some sense of distance,
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Tearing out post trauma stitches that held me together,
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So far gone my mind is racing,
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Back and forth I can't stop pacing,
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Thinking where we could have been if you'd just braved the weather
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Fuck his car and fuck his money,
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He might pay for you but he's got nothing
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I won't be in sight when you realize that
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I might just have been a more stable support,
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To the life that you'll build
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When he cuts himself short
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Don't tell me that I'll be fine
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I'm so sick of hoping you're right
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Take all I am,
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Tear me into pieces,
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Deconstruct my bones and tell me you still don't know who I am
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You've got some nerve thinking we could be friends,
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Well what did you expect...a fucking compliment?
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So take what's left of me,
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A broken fragment from before
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I guess I'll try to be the best I can without you
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I know I'll find myself along this beaten track,
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I'll have to let you go
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And let these ghosts stay in the past
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I guess I'll be fine
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What Did You Expect?
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| Neck Deep |
