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One, two,
Don’t open the door.
Three, four,
He’s looking for you.
Five, six,
It’s the perfect bait,
Seven, eight,
Wher..
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What am I supposed to do?I fell for the man thatEverybody else loves, too.What am I supposed to do?There's no guide or mapOn how to love you.What am I..
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It's a rare night that she can see the stars.
Once a month or so she'll get a glimpse of one shimmering up in the sky. But before i..
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I can’t tell you.
I can’t say it out loud.
I’ll whisper in the night,
when the wind is high.
I’ll write it..
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I'm dying
Only I'm not.
All I can think,
Is I'm trapped.
I can't get out.
I can't escape my own body.
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I never understoodthat old clichewhere the look in someones eyescould be compared to a summers day.Or how when they cry,they’re an ocean with un..
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If they'd told me I'd fall for you
I'd have offered them the number
To the local psych ward -
After a sufficient Google search
To ensure they rece..
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But like the pastel beauty way up high,
My love for you weighs me down,
Pulls me apart,
And makes me rain on a sunny day.
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It will be in my death,
That one last splintering breath,
That I will know
My life was worth living.
I have faith in this more than anything.
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Her body lay amongst the flowers �"(He killed her).The kiss of death met her lips �"(She loved him)She lay there for hours ..
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