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Don't Let a Chance Run Through Your Fingertips, Promise Me That.


Save yourself from living a lie We're both going to die, But you will never be alive. Loosen your grip on half of the truth: What I don't know could never hurt you. I used to be your priority First in line to drop to my knees Looking back, I walked away from a mess So hold auditions for your next damsel in distress. Now, you see, I've moved on to better things While you lower yourself each time your telephone rings Reusing lines is what you do best So when when you rescue the princess, I hope you trip on her dress.
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iamalymichelle

I'm Aly. I don't write often but when I do, it pours out for days. Stalk me @ iamalymichelle.tumblr.com or youtube.com/aly4evr

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