recycled tease and some Bruxism

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in a month or two
i† will all get clear to you

as you're chasing down his words
i am fusing down these chords

in a year or two
with the blues all over you...

& your "feelings" used...

you will face the bitter truth;

i'm no longer there for you

so please...

dont' call me..

please!

cuz for you -> i don't exist.

your aim was oh so bad..
you missed...

and all you've got
is his taste... with the memory of my kiss.

it's too late.



p.s - hope he likes..;
the way you're grinding teeth at night.

"YoumakebelieveThatnothingiswronguntilyou'recryin'AndyoumakebelievethatLifeissolonguntilyou'redyinthankgoditsover"