the bad things

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notes in my phone

the bad things are planted in winter

but they don't bloom until the spring.

 

i don't have that much ambition.

what i thought was pure affection

turned out to be another obsession.

i never learn my goddamn lesson.

 

i'm just a bobble head.

make me cry and my eyes turn red.

baby boy, your love is tiring.

and my brain needs some rewiring.

 

i need to know it's not all in my head.

 

 

 

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