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Never Mine.

Hand cuffs never in sight,

sharp words the only knifes,

never ended in fist fight,

yet its all she ever thrieves.

blame the liars,

love the sinners,

accuse the innocent,

ohh so god forbid the honest,

oh mother ur love was not mine,

two was yours,

one was gone,

oh mother, did i mean so little,

for my goodbyes to be your beginning.

 

 

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