1. Notes: 3 / 1 year ago 

   These words are starting to not make sense

   …
   Just look back at the evidence.

   A few wild rhymes out of structure,
   I’d be the one, if the love had struck her. 

   I’m a memory bank to your repressed old past,
   calculated and set apart, I bet you forgot that part.
   I’ll be the kingdom come of your own worst hate,
   the one you left; when you told me it was a little too late.
   And every word that came out of your mouth
   seemed to be designed by a higher power to wipe me out.
   You’ll never have your way, because every word I say
   will scar you forever, and I swear you’ll think about it every day.

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