| Can I talk without screaming at you?
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| Why’s it become so hard for me to do?
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| There is only restlessness strewn all over our faces
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| I’m not saying that I hate you, but…
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| I’m saying you shouldn’t stay. |
| You’re getting in the way
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| The words I used to mean and feel, I’m feeling forced to say
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| So lets begin the end! |
| It’s tough to take it in
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| The clothes I own that you have worn can never touch my skin
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| And all the hope I had inside has committed suicide
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| I’m free to let me let you die. |
| Let you die:
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| I’m so sad about it, I’m not sad about it
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| Can I yell without screaming at you?!
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| Why’s it become so hard?
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| You don’t have the same effect burrowing into my eyes like you used to.
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| Like you used to…
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| I’m used to you being here. |
| The comfort’s disappeared
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| It killed it me when your eyes were wet and swollen from the tears
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| I loved to make you sad when I was feeling bad!
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| Until I realized that was just some fucked up shit we had
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| And all the guilt I pushed aside has committed suicide. |
| I’m free to let you let
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| me die. |
| Let me die: |
| I’m so sad about, I’m NOT sad about it!
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| Angelina you’re a mess
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| You’re beginning to address the wounds and scars that you have covered up so far
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| Don’t you think I know we’re melting?
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| Like pouring boiling water on the snow, you know?
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| We’re melting like pouring boiling water on the snow, we’re melting.
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| (and disappearing)
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| Like pouring boiling water on the snow: we’re melting
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| Don’t you think I know?
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| Angelina… |