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Judge me and I will prove you wrong. Tell me what to do and I will tell you off. Screw me over and I will do it twice as bad. Call me crazy. You have no idea.
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Tell me the reason why you commit a love suicide think you want our love to die you did it on purpose im all out of tears time to get outta here you make it very clear you did on purpose our love suicde our love suicide our love suicide.
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Seriously who do i want to fool by saying that i don't love you anymore.
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i dont want to listen to you, your getting yourself lost in your lies, dont think ill let you fool me again..
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you can destroy the evidences but you can never destroy the memories.
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Maybe it is true. maybe we dont know what we have until we've lost it. but, maybe it's also true that we dont know what we're missing until we find it.My grades need to be higher. My weight needs to be lower. My stomach needs to be flatter. My wallet needs to be fatter. My skin needs to be tanner. My teeth need to be whiter. My heart needs to be stronger. My face needs to be prettier. My hair needs to be longer. My skirt needs to be shorter. My body needs to be hotter. My image needs to be cooler. My boobs need to be bigger. My waist needs to be smaller. Damn, society really knows how to make you feel like a piece of shit.
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Be who you are and say what you feel cause those that mind dont matter and those that matter dont mind. im not scared anymore because i know in the end fate will either bring us together or bring something better. when you accept somebody, you accept their past too. dont hold it against them later.
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My heart's a stereo It beats for your, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This melody was meant for you Just sing along to my stereo.
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My heart's a stereo It beats for your, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This melody was meant for you Just sing along to my stereo.
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She paints a pretty picture but this picture has a twist you see.. her paintbrush is a razor and her canvas is her wrist she paints her pretty picture in a color thats blood red while using her sharp painbrush she ends up finally dead her pretty pictures fading quite slowly on her arm the blood is not racing through her she can no longer do harm she painted her pretty picture but her picture had a twist you see her mind was the razor and her heart was just her wrist.
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I just want someone to come and save me, from life, from fear, from memories, from everything, Just take me away.
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