by the first hello , i wore like hell no
i gonna go back , you pull me back in every sentence
every poem i write , remind me of that night
he flirt with me between the lines
maybe in another lifetime
we could be something
but i know what i am to you
nothing
and it kills me to think about it
how you didnt handle the truth
about me and what i live with
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