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oldies that i just cant delete I remember the little things
That everyone forgets
The softness of the stars at 12
The shading of your skin
My cell phone vibrates and wakes me up
You call me every night
You know I’m not allowed to talk
Why do you pick at my weakness?
I pick up
And I’m grounded again, I’m grounded again
You use my love for you
As a weapon
Cry to me again
Tell me that your hidden
That your fears are in your eyes
That your running away
Its just like every other night
You tell me your outside of my window
With your bike
But I don’t believe you
I never do
I don’t believe in suicide
I don’t believe in love
But sometimes
I believe in you
You say you let the darkness in
Why do you use my love
As a weapon?
Whisper fake stories in my ear
About how troubled you are
I feel so mundane when I hear
About how much you need me
You don’t need me at all
But I need you
I like to feel alive sometimes
You call me and its past ten
You know I’m not supposed to
I do, and I’m grounded again
I have to prove myself to you
I sacrifice my last inhibition
Why do you use my love
As a weapon?
