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I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Maybe.

Maybe I hold onto your lies,
Maybe they're all truths in disguise.
Maybe I spend too much time wishing you'd care.
Maybe I waste the days wishing you were there.
Maybe it'd be better if you weren't around,
Maybe then, I'd spend much less time on the ground.
Maybe there's a reason behind the pain that I feel,
Maybe it's needed, just to know that you're real.
Maybe one day, my words will finally get through,
Maybe one day, I'll be good enough for you.
Maybe giving up is what's best for me.
Maybe letting go is exactly what I need.
Maybe in time, you'll change your ways,
or maybe, just maybe you'll stay the same.

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