| 6 months have been and I’m still sick of everything that makes you smile
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| I’ve been here before, I’m just hoping this will die down
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| But I’ve learnt from experience, that love is a risk and I’m just hoping you’re
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| hearing this
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| So maybe you’ll know just how it feels to be sitting here
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| Wide awake and far from dreaming
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| Don’t tell me that I’ll be fine
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| My broken bones are caving in
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| I feel you crawl beneath my skin
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| You went and fucked this up 'cuz you couldn’t keep your legs shut
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| And you’ll find me burning bridges
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| Searching for some sense of distance
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| Tearing out post trauma stitches that held me together
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| So far gone, my mind is racing
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| Back and forth I can’t stop pacing
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| Thinking where we could have been if you just braved the weather
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| Fuck his car and fuck his money
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| He might pay for you but he’s got nothing
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| I won’t be in sight when you realise that I might just have been a more stable
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| support
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| To the life that you’ll build when he cuts himself short
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| Don’t tell me that I’ll be fine
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| I’m so sick of hoping you’re right
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| Take all I am
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| Tear me into pieces
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| Deconstruct my bones and tell me you still don’t know who I am
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| You’ve got some nerve thinking we could be friends
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| Well what did you expect? |
| A fucking compliment?
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| So take whats left of me
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| A broken fragment from before
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| I guess I’ll try to be the best I can without you here
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| I know I’ll find myself along this beaten track
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| I’ll have to let you go and let these ghosts stay in the past
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| I guess I’ll be fine |