Title: 79% of Gone
When I
Fist glanced at your face
I began
To loose trace of
All the things I used to know
You come towards me and I go Cause
I don't need another distraction
You don't need my awful reaction to your
wrong doings, your hate, and your love
you will soon become a dove and
fly away from me and my heart
take all our love and rip it apart.
You say you love me- HAH, that's a joke
I cry and I cry and begin to choke on
all the tears you've helped me produce
Whatever, see ya later there is no use
you will never learn
you will never see
all the pain you've caused in me.
Should i stick with our relation- or give it away?
Let someone else take it, you don't care anyway.
So you do your thing and I'll do mine
and we'll see who's where in time.
I'm leaving you now so go over there and sit,
Cause this aint worth it!
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