you find yourself dreaming about
and then when you wake up,
cold and alone at three in the morning,
you find yourself swimming through the blankets
to find.
i'm the kind of girl you always miss
at the worst times.
i'm the kind of girl
you never really learn
how to let go of.
i'm the kind of girl
you never really needed.
i'm the kind of girl
you've always wanted.
i'm the kind of girl that will make you cry.
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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
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i just like to get in over my head sometimes i think.
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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
haha, i know the feeling.
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i seem to get into it deeply every so often.
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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
i do too. haha
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i suppose that sooner or later it'll just finish itself.
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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
stories have a tendency to do that.
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