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The Quiet Things That No One Ever Talks About

If home is where the heart
Then I haven't been home in a long time
So tell me I'm wrong 
I'll tell you this sad sappy story

Of this boy that loved a girl
That he wasted his whole fucking life
Only live to see 26 because his heart strings broken
So tell me that's not love
I'll tell you that you're full of shit

She gave a promise that she would marry him
She found a boy that could treat her like shit
Left the nice boy beside a tombstone

He wasted his whole fucking life
Only live to see 26 because his heart strings broken
So tell me that's not love
I'll tell you that you're full of shit

He loved her so much that he let it kill
He didn’t give a fuck about his last name
Because it had no meaning without her
Don't paint him in colors unflattering to his personality
He only loved her but he was never good enough

She gave a promise that she would marry him
Just going to leave him at stop signs
Waiting in the rain with razor blades in cutting
So message him when you need him
Push him away when he fixes all your problems

◄ Things I Tell Myself

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