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foot in the door

left alone
trying to move on
trying to forget
so close every time, so close to letting someone else in
so close to shutting you out for good
and the smallest thing reminds me of you, and my head is flooded with regrets, with doubts
my mind feels like the twilight zone, floating doors, some leading to nowhere, others to god knows where
paths, going off on hundreds of directions all leading back to one singular conclusion
youve lied to me again, youve fucked with my head again, and for some reason i still love you
i dont know how you do it
but youve got your foot wedged in the door, and im beating my brains out trying to close it on you

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