Put it to music. It'd be a great song. nt

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: : My mind blurs with quick thoughts of things, : : false regrets and claddagh rings, : : Lies become memory where the truth is unkind, : : Do unto others; look both ways; please rewind. : : Why do I care : : and what about? : : If I had enough time could you figure me out? : : But you already did, : : that point is moot. : : I ain't no little kid, mama, 1-2-3 shoot. : : Paper, Rock and Scissors are my Holy Trinity. : : I blamed you for everything and it all got pinned on me. : : Theoretically you were rubber, : : and I guess I was glue. : : Least that would explain why I'm still stuck on you. : : You can say, "Whatever.", : : Exhale and roll your eyes, : : but everytime that bell tolls another angel dies. : : Used to be 10,000 on the head of this pin : : that you stuck into the heart of my voodoo doll twin. : : You fucked with me, : : It stuck with me and I've got nothing left to say, : : besides I was raised to hold my tongue : : if It wasn't nice anyway. : : Everything felt so right, : : So it must have been wrong, : : I can make it through tonight : : because I'm glad that you're gone. : : So piss off. : : BC

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