I'm not coming back.I've done something so terrible, I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, and now the rain is just washing you out of my hair.
And out of my mind...
At times, I want to slap every boy in the face. Regardless of what they did and didn't do. I'm sorry, bear with me. This state of hate is crawling into my skin, and spreading the vivid emotion to every corner of my body.
And baby when they knock you, down and out, that's where you oughta stay.
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