I should've seen it coming,
The brewing of the storm,
The past would send me unravelling
Back to the depths where I came from
Who the hell do you think you are?
Some girl who could actually make it in life?
Dream on, you're way too far
Efforts wasted, no need to strive
The aching of the heart
The throbbing of the mind
The day of depart
The day to draw the line
Bittersweet plasticity
Push and pull is how it is
You've got yourself stuck in sticky
How are you gonna recover from this?
Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry® smartphone
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