Angel its now your turn
Step down and out of me
Fight
A broken mind,
All left behind,
A turn in kind,
A twist to
Baby is born
Pricked by a thorn,
Once pure, no more
Drip trickle,
Despite all the anger
I have encountered
I've finally pushed you down
Each and every conversation
Invading my privacy
So cleverly the situation
Str
I'm not angry anymore,
The pain's bubbled out of my head
And
So nevermind the reasons; it's all about the leaving. I
more to do
in a lot less time
i could have
We never mentioned this part.
The first time you asked me
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