Again
Here we go again
With you all proud of yourself
And me distressed
Why, I asked softly
Why
You simply just stared and walk away as I stood there humilatered
How long until you come to me again
How many times will it take until I finally learn my lesson
How many stab wounds can my heart take
How long until my warm, beating heart turn cold
How long until they stop saying that
Blood is thicker than water.
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