<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547364" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Breaking Down</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the innocence she could recognise, <br>It was in that instance I could not disguise, <br>My hands are clenched my arms are bent, <br>I’m giving my all hoping this was an accident, <br>Do they have a phone line for hapless gents? <br>Why is she spitting out every plead I’ve sent? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Put yourself in my position under submission, <br>She doesn’t listen she thinks I’ve gone stale, <br>I’m pale and fail at reeling her in with compliments, <br>My innocence has gone at this instance, <br>I break and punch my white knuckles on the wall, <br>I stall for a moment, I’ve blown it, <br>She’s crying and putting on her coat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gaz+illionaire">Gaz illionaire</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547364" data-title="Breaking Down de Gaz illionaire" data-description="It was the innocence she could recognise, It was in that instance I could not disguise, My hands are clenched my arms are bent, I’m giving my all hoping this was an accident, Do they have a phone line for hapless gents? Why is she spitting ..."></div> </div> </div>

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