Salted

give yrself a little competition, i can see it flaring up in yr eyes. give yrself a moment ot remember all those trailing loose ends you've left behind. and i keep on wondering how the walls around you have kept so high. give yrself a little competition, it's the only thing that'll get you by.
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keep the wound salted (ooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooh). it's what you've always wanted (ooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooh). keep the wound salted (ooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooh).
suddenly you've lost communication and you swear that it's all a mistake. but you must really like this situation cuz the clean break you've wanted is now in yr face. she looked at you, then at the room, then at the space she's been living in, and suddenly, you're in a new position as the views you've held so highly fade.
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just say goodbye, don't look back.
give us all alittle more emotion, we can see it welling up in yr eyes, and we can see yr fur is getting thicker as you show no signs of compromise. but don't go running back when you realise that nobody's buying into yr lies. then give yrself a little more opinion cuz we know you'll never choose to rectify.
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