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You still bite your tongue when I ask what he did. |
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Nothing but cowardice could come from this. |
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It's all the same. |
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I see you through your window. |
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You're crying to your mother. |
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She's heard it all before. |
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And she knows that he won't be there. |
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He won't be there this time. |
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You're on your own. |
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Closed minds will never open. So you can stop wasting your time on him. |
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Your damp eyes are falling out of your skull into his hands, into the rain. |
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You still bite your tongue, because you love him. |
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Or so you've said. |
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This time I'll bite my tongue because you love him. |
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What the fuck is that supposed to mean? |
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What does it mean when you come home every night in tears from the words he said. |
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I know you walked home alone. |
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You're bearing bruises on your feet from running away from him for the past two years of your fucking life. |
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He won't be there this time. |
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You're on your own. |
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You're on your own. |
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Please come home. |
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We miss the days when you smiled with all of your teeth. |
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Please come home. |