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i've heard you said
you hate yourself again
i've seen you cry
the sky is gray again
i haven't slept at all
i haven't slept
i read your name
on a bathroom stall
i saw myself
i but i wasn't there at all
i'm leaving home
i'll stay in bed today
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i keep on running from myself
the things i have become prevail
the people hate the things i love
i love what people seem to hate
but there's no use in trying
i've seen the stars while crying
i've made my mind
can't change me now
i read the writings on your wall
the things you like, the hate i love
yeah sure, i dont mind trying
can't change the things that you become
i know, i saw myself
i read the books
i know the names
and though i may be fine
i've made my mind
can't change me now
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it's been five days since i last slept
the clock won't mind it if i stare
the bedroom's cold, i feel like death
it's been three months since i last spoke
to your mother on the phone
is she okay? does she still call out your name?
i'ts been a year since i last saw
a little angel on my wall
he told me "son you'll be okay
for your death will wash the pain"
i'm not myself but i don't care
the days go on, my pain won't end
it's been two days since i last ate
the sky is dark, the night will stay
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???
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last summer we went to the park,
last summer you said i'll miss you
my friends and i sit in my room
i dont know why but we just do
two months from now, and me and you
will split apart, will split for good
summer's gone, it's gone, it's true
but them and i won't split for good
summer's gone, it's gone, it's true
but them and i won't split for good
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i wish
01:49
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i wish that i could be the trees
and blow my leaves until you fall asleep
i wish that i could be the sun
and keep you warm until you fell at ease
i wish that i could be a flower
to be the things that you desire
i wish that i could become a ghost
to keep you calm and keep you close
and if i have to die, then i hope i die
then i hope i die with you by my side
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hey
i think yr really cool
i like u a lot
maybe we can
hang out or something
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8. |
august 2016
02:08
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i stare through the window and think of you
summer has begun again
did you tell your mother about last time?
when we saw your dog by the fence
we walk through the parking lot at night
you told me you'd cut your hair
i said that your freckles are cute as hell
then my phone rang and you left
got home and called you and talked all night
i fell asleep by the stairs
you told me that i should cut my hair
and you wanted to see me again
when i think about it i think of you
i thought to myself to excuse
that summer's long and its just begun
but in two months now i'll be gone
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exit
01:14
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flowers on the side of the road
a place to lay your head
you were drunk in bed
and every winter month, I fell in love
you said
you were crying, over him
over him
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im tired of the sound of church bells down the street
and how tired i feel about it all the time
because i keep dreaming of the same things
and i can't see myself as a child
and the clock goes slower all the time
but i keep drifting out of places and i don't see an end
dissapointments and not sleeping, that's how i live my life
always tired, even when im trying to lay down and fall back to sleep
surrounded by the same things all the time
and its not that i don't like them
it's just that they can see see the joy
in things that i cannot enjoy
and every day, i'll wait, and hope that i'll be better soon
and hope that i'll be better soon
hope that i'll be better soon
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