November
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This is where I say I've had enough and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound,a trophy display of bruises and I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and I'm thinking awful things
and I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this life is starving for an argument. Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering this house like I've never wanted out and this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you because they would never do, I would never do.
A walking open wound,a trophy display of bruises and I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and I'm thinking awful things
and I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this life is starving for an argument. Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering this house like I've never wanted out and this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you because they would never do, I would never do.
Annons
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