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What does this look like to you? A mark so fine you barely see You have one just like it too A twisting vine, a mark so fine 'Cause I love you with all

It's not like I made myself a list Of new and different ways to murder your heart I'm just a painting that's still wet, if you touch me I'll be smeared

Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma Was it worth it when it was over? Proving yourself right, you'd make the biggest noise Well, I'd lock my hands behind

I guess it's luck but it's the same Hard luck you've been trying to tame Maybe it's love but it's like you said "Love is like a role that we play" But

I catalogue these steps now Decisive and intentioned Precise and patterned Specifically to yours I'm talented at breathing Especially exhaling So that

Morning calls for pain relief A line above the step beneath The worst that you could do And the best that you could hope for Is hardly the best Tepid

I heard that you were home again But you don't look like you're back to me With your focuses changing You gaze is transfixed on a point that I can't often

You've called to say you wanted out Well I can't say I blame you now Sometimes you've got to fold before you're found out Well thanks for waiting this

7 de la manana,ella no depierta,la mesa esta servide pero ella no contesta. 7 de la manana su padre esta en la puerta,las sombras otra vez lento la despiertan