beg me
I swear by next week
You’ll be on your knees
Crawling back to me
Saying your sorry
And that you didn't mean—
Hold up
Its getting hot in here
It's getting hard to breathe
I think it's time
To take your shit
And get up and leave
You’ve caused enough damaged
Just look around and see
I think it's time
For you to leave me be
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