Take those roses now
And burn them
Turn them into lust
What does it take?
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Close you eyes it's time to pretend
Life feels a lot less sad when you're chillin' with your imaginary friends
Always listening to what you have to say
Never neglecting you, no not a single day
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Hearts pounding and eyes gleaming, Tears of fear and desperation fall from the pit of your eyes, Times we wonder what were to happen if we could escape, You know, Get away from it all! We often wonder why, Why us? ! Separated by only a few street signs and street lights, Come home, And I will return as well, Make it here and I swear, I will make this pain and suffering worth it.

Tapping on my window and I can only imagine, Imagine the sound of your voice as I walk up to it, Picture you there in silence as the only thing you share with me is a a question, (May I come in?) My heart continues to race, I wish nothing more out of this, Thoughts endlessly flow through my head, And you appear.
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As I turn the page of the scrap book you have made for me,
With pictures of us and little love notes and cliche poetry about how I felt about you,
Makes me really question myself,
If I cause this pain on to me purposely so I make an overdramatic statement on life?
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I think we would have been better off as friends,
Instead of me always looking for and end,
That doesn’t burn, bleed, or turn one of my dreams,
Into a nightmare where all I do is scream,
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