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I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.

Z. Elliott

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.
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Absence Myself Presence Prevent Value
My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.
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Body Language Mind Secret Speak Words
Instead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.
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Cup Fake False Fine Himself Liquor Nothing Pour Promise Sweet
He and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.
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Exist Himself Mix Oil Relationship Water
Flashes of your touch race through my mind even when I’m with other guys.
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Guy Mind Touch Yourself
Society tells you to leave when somebody treats you badly but its so much harder than it seems.
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Bad Hard Leave Society Treat Yourself
I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.
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Absence Myself Presence Prevent Value
Don’t be afraid of the heat, it’s just the fire blazing inside my heart. I can warm up the room and thaw away at the bitter and cold parts of you.
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Afraid Bitter Cold Fire Heart Heat Inside Room Warm Yourself
Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.
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Feed Feel Girl Line Special Sweet Time Worth Yourself
Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.
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Broken Heart Ink Name Page Pour Rain Yourself
Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.
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Hurt Lost Monster Myself Past Spirit
He played with my heart strings and turned them into a song I can’t get out of my head.
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Head Heart Himself Myself Play Song String
I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.
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Admit Angel Grace Perfect Saint Sin Sinner
He lit my soul like a wildfire and it burned me to the ground.
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Burn Fire Ground Himself Soul
I was an unfortunate bystander caught up in the winds of your destructive storms, destroyed to ruins with nothing left to spare but feeling of emptiness lingering through air.
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Air Destroy Destruction Empty Feel Linger Nothing Ruin Spare Storm Unfortunate Wind
I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.
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Being Fibre Free Let Go Myself Strength Struggle Thought Victim

I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.

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