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As my words fall on deaf ears
hearing only what they choose to hear
I wait for the words to fall from your lips
and watch the truth decay in front of me.
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It's hard to select,
which wounds to heal,
and which to neglect.

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I was never faithful
and i was never one to trust
Borderline bipolar
forever biting on your nuts
I was never grateful
that's why i spend my days alone
I'm forever black-eyed
a product of a broken home blackeyed

P.S. Winter still sucks.