You make oceans from the rain . .

Your voice is like a ghost inside my head. You whisper lies to try and hurt me again. All the time you doubted me, you’ll see. I was always better than you made me out to be. Not gonna let you down, let you down easy, you’re gonna feel it inside, it’s gonna eat you alive. When I walk away, believe me, the pain will say I told you so. Tearing off the grip you’ve had on me. Time has told me you will never be what I need. The ashes from the hell you put me through, they will be the memories of what’s left of me and you.

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