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something new. nothing to special. something i wrote, but ben has the music to. so, maybe something in the future.
this window bleeds, a breeze, that sings for you and me, but don't you see, how you've treated me, and the outcome to this situation is beating me, your out of sight, out of my mind, im beating myself with a hammer of phenomenal size, and i know, what you know, and i know, how you feel, you make me feel like anything i try is automatical failure, and it kills, and hurts so bad, you keep coming to feelings that i lack, your nothing but empty love, lifted from me, im tired of this, i must believe, your playing games, winnings this and winning that, its like a poison dart, tearing us apart, in this storybook, that i write in, and find out at the end, this game we're playing makes no sense, and in fact, you do indeed win.
this window bleeds, a breeze, that sings for you and me, but don't you see, how you've treated me, and the outcome to this situation is beating me, your out of sight, out of my mind, im beating myself with a hammer of phenomenal size, and i know, what you know, and i know, how you feel, you make me feel like anything i try is automatical failure, and it kills, and hurts so bad, you keep coming to feelings that i lack, your nothing but empty love, lifted from me, im tired of this, i must believe, your playing games, winnings this and winning that, its like a poison dart, tearing us apart, in this storybook, that i write in, and find out at the end, this game we're playing makes no sense, and in fact, you do indeed win.