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Again and again.
It happens lately.
What happened to our love?
Is it true you were with her?
On and on.
The moonlight hits my window and you're still not with me.
Where'd you go?
Where are you?
Could you possibly be with her?
Why do you do this to me?
Again and again.

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Our love is like a fire.
It sparkles in the night.
It dances freely.
It burns with passion.
Our love is beatiful but deadly.
But what happens if it burns out?
Will it just be twigs and branches that remains with nothing but ashes?

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I asked him out to the dance,
but he replied no.
I wrote him love notes,
but he threw them away.
I sang him a song,
but he didn't clap.
I added him on myspace,
but he disapproved me.
I asked him out,
but he said he was taken.
I told him I was in love with him,
he said he was gay.


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She's danger.
Her lips so soft, they're deadly.
Her dark features attracts all.
Her eyes can see right through you.
Her scent drives you crazy.
She makes you just wanna die.
A plague follows her everywhere.
Don't let her play with you're mind.
Don't let her get to you,
Because she's danger.

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Love might be on his head,
but hate is in his heart.
He won't take your invitation.
He won't let anyone get close to him.
He favors blood.
He kills for fun.
He'll break for pleasure.
The things he does,
the things he says.
Girls cling on to him.
I have to admit,
I wish I was his.
But he has no interest in me.
He loves himself and only himself.


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Every morning brings me pain.
Every cut gives me pleasure.
Every break-down helps me regain myself.
Everytime I play the guitar I wanna break myself.
Everytime I put on tight pants it makes me feel pretty.
Everytime I hide behind my hair I don't have to see the tragedies in the world.
Every body deserves a second chance.
Why not an emo?