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[xstereotherapyx]

And I scratch these words into a black notebook
I wrote your name on top I knew you'd never look
I tried my best to fight the atmosphere
To think the happy thoughts
That leave the phone lines clear
I see Arizona stars from here
But Peter Pan is miles away

And you never write me letters
And you never sent my sweaters
So I could stay warm when I was without you
Without you I don't have...
A place that's safe from all the monsters
That hide in my head and sing me to sleep
This is the last straw...