iswear sometimes my heart beat quiete/ppl tend to lie bt ijus dnt buy it./there's only so much that ican take/my love & hate gotta certain limit./my heart tend to pump cold/only cause it's takin over my soul./ inever look back at the past, waste of time/ppl start to question y./isay the past brings nothing just bs, drama.& lies/the ones yu start to trust are the deceiving eyes./shut the world out from the things yu dnt wana hear/bt open ur eyes & evrything's still there./to the way it was when yu left/now ur down on ur knees & out of breath....
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