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the first heartbreak a girl can experience
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I am the cloudy day that comes after the rain
I feel heavy as I droop down
I am the detrimental pressure of not knowing what to choose
I always want to win, guess I always find some way to lose
I love you, goodbye.
You always find your petty ways, always scavenge for ways to make me cry.
I now and always will be, no matter how hard I try
Not what you want me to be
So again, I cry.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Everything hurts,
Sucks that all I can do is desperately wish
Wish away the perfect day
That was supposed to be today
So I will wish with every candle on my birthday cake
For change and some hope too
I hate you for what you did
Honestly, with what everyone had told me,
I basically knew.
I feels so starved of all I had.
God I don't want to be, but
Come on, this makes me mad
I remember when you were so small,
But now your words are like weapons
I’ve been stabbed.
I will wait for you forever, because oh, since the first time we met
I felt a spark
I took the traffic sign you had specially marked
I love you.
Where did you go Dad?
We don’t have to stay mad
Come back , be here
Stop running, have no fear
I fear you will never return
Or if you do,
Maybe it willonly be half of you
I miss what we had,
When I got excited for you to come home from work
Not now.
Now you’re just all mad.
You pick every fight, always have to get the last word in
Where did you go?
I don’t know where to begin.
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