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The Ides Of March
By: Silverstein.

Tie me up with sheets
Hang me from your tree
I'll stay out here all night
It doesn't even matter.

As long as I can see
Into your room and feel
Like I'm inside your life
I'll follow you forever.

Don't cut me down just yet
I'll make things right again
Don't close your blinds on me
on me.

I will never recover from this
I will never believe in this again
I can never go back to the way I used to be
Before this started.

The snow won't go away
My nose runs down my face
No one sees me here
It doesn't even matter.

And every step I take
I stay in the same place
I can't begin to start again
Why can't I just be perfect?

I will never recover from this
I will never believe in this again
I can never go back to the way i used to be
Before this started.

I will never recover from this
I will never believe in this again
I can never go back to the way i used to be
Before this started.

You
You see me ghost
And you'll never forget it
You
My face is as white as the snow that haunts me.

You
You can't
Your window's my door
And nothing can stop me
You
Sometimes betrayal can make you happy.

Don't cut me down just yet
I'll make things right again
Don't close your blinds on me
on me.

I will never recover from this
I will never believe in this again
I can never go back to the way i used to be
Before this started.

I will never recover from this
I will never believe in this again
I can never go back to the way i used to be
Before this started.