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Past midnight, empty roads Matching hoodies and Fipper flip-flops Was when the silent emotion explodes And left us with just teardrops You said you got so much on your chest And everything you did was for my best But it's written in every book on the shelf  That the only thing you love is yourself What is it that you're looking for? How much of my truth you'd want to ignore? Do you think this world is a bore, Without all those lies that you swore? You pointed your rifle right at me Telling them that I'm the one who pulled the trigger See the wounds that you've caused on me? Do you watch me bleed so you could feel better? You were so hasted,  where would you go? For all the things that we've wasted,  don't you wish we could forego?

You called me just so you can take out your anger out of your chest. And it still hurts, the fact that I couldn’t ease your anger, I could never did. With all the hatred and resentment in your eyes, it finally hits me, really really hard, realizing that nobody could ever comfort you -not even me, not even once. It hurts much more.