Alone we sit to ponder the future The future is not clear I want you out of my life But insted you die in my arms Never could handle rejection the way I could I talk to you the way I should Screaming at you like a fucking maniac GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE Happiness is what I made on my own Never needed you to show me the way Get out of my life That's all I have to say Crying and dying to keep me there But I have a new one under my arms And I don't care, what you think, what you say It doesn't matter anyway, whatever you say Dying in my arms to preserve the way things are Say you love me but that doesn't take you very far I drop you like a piece of shit Can't you smell the end of it? Never could handle rejection the way I could I talk to you the way I should Screaming at you like a fucking maniac GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFEBirth sign: Aries
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