I'm searching for the words I need to say, I'm looking for the keys to yesterday. It's a story time can only tell, from the side lines, my living hell. But you don't care, and we can't stay. Not just another weight for me to bare. You gave me a ride, and let me in. Then threw me away, so I can dwell, on our past. The story that would never last. But you don't care, when we fall low. And I just need your voice to let me know, it's over. The heart I can't get over. But no one cares to let me know. Not even enough to let me go. You turned your back, and went away. Down a path where I can't stay. And you don't care.... You don't care. |
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I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her. --Ellen DeGeneres
"My job is my hobby. It's a jobby!"--Graham Coxon
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~How Many Times Can I Break Till I Shatter
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Say you love me, because I may not be here tomorrow.
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~How Many Times Can I Break Till I Shatter
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