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I meant what I said And I can't forget how I felt: Like a rock, a glimpse A sour piece of it, wrapped in quilt Are you sorry? Are you green? Do you burn inside just thinking about it? I am through taking it, through of breaking you It's trouble to try when you ache inside Shake out the sheets, throw my things out Out the window I wasn't down with this, I wasn't Prepared for you The things that you tell me, are no surprise at all Too much broken, words I'd rather forget Take it even, make it slow What was I thinking, I was unravelling At the birthmark I split in two Opened your hands of black and blue Shake out the sheets, throw my things out Out the window I wasn't down with this, I wasn't Prepared for you From Letras Mania