Text: Rust Belt Lights. These Are The Good Old Days. Fortyfive.

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Not a single day goes by?
When will you stop crossing my path, let alone my mind?
It doesn?t matter what you?re saying.
'Cause I?m not listening.
I could barely see the blood run down your chin.
You had me just where you wanted.
I hate so much the person you?ve become.
And when I needed you the most,
you were gone.

It seems I?ve let this happen one too many times.
You keep taking for granted the people in your life.
I?ve given this a chance one too many times.
You?ve burned a bridge for good and I feel fine.

Just when I start to feel like I can put my trust in you
again, you go and do the things you always do.