I am a tragedy, bound by this role I play the lead. Could you write a new ending? Tear out these pages, rewrite this story.
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philmont - letter to the editor
I fake a smile so he won't see. That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be. I laugh cause it's so damn funny. That I can't even see anyone when he's with me. I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night. He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar.
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do. Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be. So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight. He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar , the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do. He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..
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Taylor Swift