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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
Penetrating slowly .  Taylor Swift composed this song for you jerks who don't mean what they say . All this time I was wasting Hoping you would come around I've been giving out chances every time And all you do is let me down And it's taking me this long Baby but I figured you out And you're thinking we'll be fine again But not this time around You don't have to call anymore I won't pick up the phone This is the last straw Don't wanna hurt anymore Looking so innocent I might believe you if I didn't know Could've loved you all my life If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold And you got your share of secrets And I'm tired of being last to know And now you're asking me to listen Cause it's worked each time before But you don't have to call anymore I won't pick up the phone This is the last straw Don't wanna hurt anymore You had me falling for you honey And it never would've gone away, no You used to shine so bright But I watched all of it fade So you don't have to call anymore I won't pick up the phone This is the last straw There's nothing left to beg for And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby Like I did before You're not sorry . |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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