Crop me out

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Take me out of the picture
Let her hurt no more
I would say that the divorce will only linger and remorse is forced.

Take me out of the picture
Let her feel that love with someone else to be only one that they love.

Broken up I think not
Because then the memories reside and the playlist stays on consistent sad songs. Before you know it another holiday or month has passed.

Death is knocking at the door.
I had fought their claims.
Avoided the potential grieving of those that I love.
Avoided the accidents in my city.
Ignore the urge to cut my wrist
Ignore the death that my heart want to accept.
All because I wanted her.

Take me out of the picture.
Silent the music.
Let this become my last tour.
I want out of the spotlight.
Away from my addiction of caffeine and alcoholic drinks.
Therapy sweet therapy.
Mr C close the curtains please.

Chalk me up as a number.
Statics serve the justice of a sad black woman.
Injustice because the happiness inside of her is diminished when all she tries to do was love unconditionally.
But no matter what she does it's never enough.

Take me out of the picture.
Bury me in the train wreck
Burn my body to ash.

Take

Me

Out

Of

The

Picture ...

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