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Dear you, 

I know your name but never will I speak it again
yet my hopes still hang on every word you never said
you never had enough, though I gave you all I had
and I still to this day feel like I'm beating the wall. 
all the words you spoke were not loud enough to hear
yet you claim you've told me it all since freshman year.

you use all my dirty secrets in your favorite black mail game
and it's knives like that , that make me curse your name.
our great minds think alike, but might also destroy lives
but are we better off like this? better saving lives?
mouth full of dirt your goal is far from complete
to kick the smile off my face, you don't have what it takes
'cause for once the planets don't see the sun-
and the ring of fire i have, I won't burn out on this one.