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Happy Moving On
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April 2010
Every line in here is about, the girl that i don't want to write about anymore,
never knew my chore was to bore, used to see us soar now we plummit to the floor,
while inside my soul, you never adored the lack of decor,
heard to our liquor in the cut, when the more time you had,
you had to tear even more,
how should I begin to adore, how we were before,
when i felt more to aim for, you ran out the back door,
ran to bore and roar, why you to fall for,
why you to cry for.
You can't keep a secret, if it never was a secret to start,
at least to me pretend, you didn't want to get caught,
who knew that you partook in art, all about the broken heart,
there feelings can't be fought, the urges can't be bought,
already feel the need to plot, my next well worked on thought,
I am overjoyed that we have ended, it's why I never fought,
why do you think all the memories I have already forgot?
It isn't the pot,
please stop,
my life is mine to be distraught.
