Hang on to your favorite memory and maybe one day you can tell me what it is that I did wrong.
You wrote your way into my heart and left me with the pen. Now I'm writing you out in hopes that you will dissapear, but that was a nasty trick you played on my head.
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head games & the people who play them suck big doggie doo-doo.
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