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a goodbye
driving home late in the rain,
the headlights setting our world on fire,
your white t-shirt will remember this bloodstain,
a night we can’t forget,
but would we want to?
you’re not smiling now.
the orange turns a sour blue,
can we please make small talk,
because the silence is chocking me,
and I can just here the ticking of the clock,
once it strikes 12 we’ll never speak again.
I guess that’s ok,
cause all you really brought me was pain.
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the headlights setting our world on fire,
your white t-shirt will remember this bloodstain,
a night we can’t forget,
but would we want to?
you’re not smiling now.
the orange turns a sour blue,
can we please make small talk,
because the silence is chocking me,
and I can just here the ticking of the clock,
once it strikes 12 we’ll never speak again.
I guess that’s ok,
cause all you really brought me was pain.
© All Rights Reserved
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