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From the inside let it out. Oh how I wish I could stop this now. Can’t you tell? It’s going down, so turn around and shut your mouth. But isn’t it obvious? How fake you are, oblivious too. I’m dying to choke you for my guilty pleasure. And you, but how could this happen? To you, but don’t trust me again. I will wait until you make up your mind. And when you fall on these flower beds, say hi to the thorns. I haven’t seen them since September, along with all this lovely weather. Inside of your eyes, inside of your smile, and this heart on my sleeve always cramping my style. I thought I knew you better then the back of my own hand. But now I see in colors, and this is where I stand. Over your eyes.