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It also doesn't help that when I'm sitting on a bench in tears, looking up at him and asking him one question that can either kill me or heal me, he can't even answer it.
I mean, really... If she asked him to stop working with me... would he?
And "She won't ask that" is not an answer. Because I think she would, and I think she will. And I still don't know what he'd do.
So, keep breathing little dancer... Swallow all those words that you know you shouldn't say... Put your eyeliner back on and keep your head high. We'll get through it...
I mean, really... If she asked him to stop working with me... would he?
And "She won't ask that" is not an answer. Because I think she would, and I think she will. And I still don't know what he'd do.
So, keep breathing little dancer... Swallow all those words that you know you shouldn't say... Put your eyeliner back on and keep your head high. We'll get through it...