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5:10 (Jason Myers-Breaux Bridge, LA)


As I lay in bed 
wishing I was dead 
but instead 
I'm thinking about you 
and i know your not thinkin of me 
so why am I think about what could be 
what could of happened 
I don't talk about my feelings 
I mask them 
practice what I'd say to you
 right now I don't know who I'm talking to 
I left you a couples voicemails
I was pretty high
 two days later
still no reply.
 Now I wish I never sent em. 
Never brake my rule
 so you bent them like Beckham. 
Texted you at 9, 
keep checkin my phone again. 
Try not to think about it, 
now its 5:10. 

Tired of trying to get back to the past
samuri jack. 
Should have seen this coming when you said we should take a break 
and let things run their course
 I didn't mean to play games when I got your number, 
contact sports
 I say I'm over you,
 looking at your Facebook and instagram 
just to see if you found or hangin out with a new man.
 I just want you to walk by when I'm with a girl or friends.
 Even if it just pretend.
 I want you to see without you I'm so happy.
 Say I'm over you, then why i thinking about this. 
Why haven't I deleted your pics.
 Bitch.
 With so many people, how do I feel so alone,
 I shouldn't have made my favorite song your ringtone.
 I can't hear it without feeling sick. 
Bitch.

 I can't say I don't care. 
If we were a fruit, we'd be a pair.
 I'm failing because of you. 
I was trying to study, 
you just wanted to smoke my weed and listen to kid cudi.
 I have a text that says fuck you, 
that ill never send. 
Trying to fall asleep,
 its already 5:10.

 Feeling kind of empty,
 cause i gave you part of me. 
You can keep it,
 i dont give a fuck what you do with it. 
Lose it.
 Ill send you a pack of bubble gum and a picture of my dick
chew on this. 
Bitch. 
Cut your writs wont stop shit, 
i dont need you now, 
might be the aclohol talkin, 
but I like the way it sounds. 
it makes sense. 
Im telling you the truth
no offence, 
wait offence. 
You deserve whats coming, 
ill go find you and say it to your face so you dont have to wonder. 
You made me feel like 500 days of summer. 
So ill give you 1000 days in hell,
 swell,
 I'm a homosexual if writing your feeling down is gay
we had puppy love
well you were a bitch anyways. 
Now your calling,
 i should answer it, 
nope. 
I was here, 
now gone, 
ghost. 
Never know what you have til its gone. 
Now your just trying to make me look in the wrong. 
Like you were just waitin for something to fall apart so you would have an excuse.
 So you could drop me like a duece. 
When will the bullshit end.
 It better end soon 
cause its 5:10 .
bitch. fuck you
 i already did, 
get yo shit together cause your trippin, acid.
 Lost kid, waited forever, ghost nation. 
Calvin say it again
 5:10 bitch

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