when you were down, i always picked you up. why didn't i recognize that everything was never fine? i'm kicking myself that i shared spit with you. so fuck yourself, and fuck this bleeding heart of mine. the rides over. did you enjoy yourself? the ride's over, fare thee well, not on my time.
hand over my mouth, im earning the right to my silence. in quiet, discerning between ego and timing. good judgement is once again proving to me that it's still worth its weight in gold. from now on, im gonna be so much more wary, when you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil. seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil.
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