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Dec 2014
They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
But I made one out of you
All those 3am conversations
Thinking you felt the same way too

I dug myself a hole
And knew eventually I’d fall in too deep
In the end
I found myself buried
Under your lies and deceit

They say
Play with fire and you’ll get burned
A moth to a flame, I was to you
You led me on with burning desire
To a path all bent askew

Then the light left your eyes
Conversations ran dry
She came back
And I knew you would leave
Right then and there I felt your goodbye

They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
And I made one out of you
But I was just a stopover
On your journey to someplace new
rugbrat
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rugbrat
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