I tried to fight what I know now
That I needed to walk away
All my eggs were in the basket
Counted before the chicken laid
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Double Dessert Disorder,
I tried to match your pace
Technical difficulties
Love doesn’t sync with hate
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I’d say that you broke my heart
But it doesn’t quite convey
How you took peaceful and pure
To fill me with bleak, corrupt
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I tried to leave.
I tried to run.
But ‘We’ stayed strong.
I came undone.
Why couldn’t I just walk away?
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Ashley Kirtman 