My heart hangs on the telephone wire of broken promises, words can’t be
spoken to fix these shattered dreams so we sit as the static fills our minds
of complete confusion, you think you’re the victim in this bloodshed of
tears how can you forget that you touched some one who wasn't me? I
hope my words will slice through your cold heart like paper cuts, but I
don’t see how they could effect some one so thoughtless as you.
 
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