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Slap me would ya?
Clear my crazy mind of any doubt I once had bout myself..
Because, It was never I...
For all the times I said 'My fault..'
It was never I...
It was you.. on the other side..
Yanking on my heart..
Pulling strings from the start..
Killing my emotions,
Snowballing me into a concussion..
a coma where the real me, is sound asleep..
while, I'm being pummeled to death by your silent words..
oh, Where is the irony?
I wish, you'd give me your heart fully..
but I realized.. right now is no time for you to be taken seriously..
Gosh I'm a fool, for thinkin you could ever be mines for a second.
Dislocated Heart
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Friday, June 10, 2011 |
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Friday, June 10, 2011 |
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