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[_intolerance_]

a boy burnt me a cd with all the songs he wrote and as if it wasn't hard enough now i can replay over over again all the reasons i feel the way i do about him. i don't want to feel the way i do. i hate how i can feel this way about him. i hate how i can't say anything. i hate how one day i can completly hate someone and the next i can miss them more then ever before.

I think there is something very, very wrong with me.

When, when will you come back home
No one leave the lights on in a house
Where nobody lives anymore
Loaded like the boxes up in the bedroom
Coming off the hinges like the door
The shadows dancing up in the window
They're not who we are but who we were
And I'm not gonna break, but if I do
I'm gonna shatter like the glass I turned your heart into
I'm broken like the windos in the house where I used to live
And If I could find my way back home, where would I go?
When everything about me, I used to be,
Shivers in the sheets and the blankets of snow
I'm lost out in the woods looking for you
When, when will you come back home
No one leave the lights on in a house
Where nobody lives anymore
Everything about me you liked is already gone
Everything about me you loved is gone
When, when will you come back home