Yeah, See, once upon a time,
I was screaming for you to love me
I wanted you to put me above
All your insecurities,
Why don’t you love me for me
I didn’t know love came with a fee
You kept trying to change me
You never wanted me
You only want the idea of me
Man, it’s so hard to see
Through these flowing tears
I feel like getting over you may take years
Because the thought of losing you
It still leaves a bruise
Knowing I have to screw you
Just To see you
That shit hurts
Because you were my best friend
I loved you more than anythin
I loved you more than myself
All that came to a end
I thought you felt the same.
Swear feeling like this puts me to shame.
I feel so lame.
Feel like I’m to blame.
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