I can't stand when you do this
All these little things
But I have to let them pass
Because they mean nothing..
To you, sure they don't
But to me they **** kill
And you never see it
Never get it
That your actions kill
So cut me off in a sentence
Don't hear me out, it's fine
Because it's just a little thing
And it means nothing
This time..
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