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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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