September
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I'm holding out and I'm holding on To every letter and every song I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet You through with me? And when it all goes to hell Will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face? - I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself But you know that I could crush you with my voice Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me Hide the details I don't want to know a thing I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on. I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel. Take this to your grave And I'll take it to mine.
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