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I cant move out, it was a trap all along Once you call it your home you never want to leave You don’t want to pack up all your baggage You won’t let yourself repaint all the walls Trying to cover where you’ve picked and scratched it all off I don’t want to leave this…
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The crashing wall
Lies are heavy, they get to a point where they will bring things crashing downI’m sorryI’m sorry I didn’t ever breakdown in front of youI didn’t show you my scarsI didn’t give you any hint of my stateBut I still expected you to be there and understandAnd I’m sorry for pushing you away by saying…
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Poetry by Taylor 