Waiting on a sunday afternoon
For what I read between the lines,
Your lies.
Feelin like a hand in rusted shame
So do you laugh or does it cry?
Reply?
Leavin on a southern train
Only yesterday you lied,
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by,
All of these things you said to me.
Breathing is the hardest thing
To do. with all Ive said and
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