kept his dick wet
with his same old safe bet.
Me
and
my head high
and
my tears dry
get on
without my guy.
You went back
to what you knew.
So far removed from all that
we went through.
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked,
I'll go back to black.
We only said
goodbye with words.
I died a hundred times.
You go back to her
and I go back to...
I go back to us.
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff.
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