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Tonight I went to michelles house to chill with people for someones birthday, I could careless if it was their birthday because thats the only excuse i\I heard for everything. Maybe its because I'm burning out from the small bit of weed I smoked, but Some people are maknig it easy to be mad at the things they do, and how they act.
As your cold hands touch me, I die inside for a waste of time. You told me your dreams, and I told you mine. You said you found love, but I know that wasn't me holding your hand. You live and tell a lie, go sleep tight, but remember this. The best love song I ever wrote, was on the back of my hand with a butter knife. You have no right to belive that I cared, needless to say, I'll save myself before I bleed my own blood. I don't really know if this makes sense or what the fucks going on, its really late.
As your cold hands touch me, I die inside for a waste of time. You told me your dreams, and I told you mine. You said you found love, but I know that wasn't me holding your hand. You live and tell a lie, go sleep tight, but remember this. The best love song I ever wrote, was on the back of my hand with a butter knife. You have no right to belive that I cared, needless to say, I'll save myself before I bleed my own blood. I don't really know if this makes sense or what the fucks going on, its really late.