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To Prove To Myself Later
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August 2012 Feeling pretty frisky with some whiskey in my cup,
do you want to be with me, kiss me, daily hit me up?
or do you want to be listed as taunting and painful,
then in the future ask me why i ran to Maine for,
all i need is a one way tickey, doesn't matter where,
anywhere is better then staying right here,
at night i fear that everyone wants to know me,
cause unlike them i never act phoney,
i could try to take the pain and again strengthen,
figure out my meaning and my time will be lengthened,
potion in my sprite, time slows down,
i see my memories all around,
but i can walk in one and relive it,
if you have a cure please don't give it,
cause i'll hold onto these memories, they're all i have,
to prove to myself later it was the right path.
