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Time. Time was what I needed
To let butterflies escape
To let the memories fade
To let the thoughts of you to go away
But it brings
My anger towards you
My hate towards you
I’m throwin' my hand in
I’m done with your games
Don’t care if the next one’s
Better
Cause I’m tired
Of the cold hearted
Cheatin'
and
Lyin'
It’s gettin' kinda old now
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