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Lletres: Brutal Youth. Spill Your Guts. We Need To Talk....



The best cliches will always leave your stomach in knots
Tried and true, that one's a classic
Gives weight to every blow
Fucking fantastic!
So dry those brilliant, shining eyes and I'll dry mine.
It's really true. We're out of time.
I won't be back again tonight
I won't be back after tonight
I'm glad I said it. Won't fucking take it back now!
Oh Fuck! I said it. Wish I could take it back now!
Ah, ha! I said it! Can't fucking take it back now!
So there, I said it. No fucking taking it back!
One stupid snap decision No regrets though, right? Except maybe this one?
Your hearts a force field, mine's a prison
You stay protected from the same things that make me a victim
Poetry & old movies and every sappy song they all somehow seem written for me
One stupid snap decision
Worst of all I've forgotten the smell of your skin.
Brutal Youth