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Last year's promises have been this year's misery as our memories fade and our hearts won't beat anymore.
You wouldn't speak
My tongue has gotten twist
I almost become a freak
You got me and my bed rotten up
Through my brain
Through my skin and veins
Insecurities crawling to the core to talkshit about my worth.
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