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dented walls

Tell me the world won’t end,
tell me we’ll go back to were we begin.
I wish you could,
and i know you would.
Do anything for me no matter what,
but i might as well give it up.
You promised you wouldn’t hirt me and you lied,
did you care that i cried.
All night long,
while i worte a song.
And i made it just for you,
because what i said was true.
That i did feel love and yet you would listen,
and my walls i start hitting.
I left dents in this wall,
the i hung on whe nyou called.
It is now my favorite because now it reminds me of you,
and yet what i said it is still true

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