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Best Friend.


She was it all

Through the love, hate

At night she use to stare at her face

The way her eyes froze

I couldnt bother

She made me feel like a father

I had to love her 

She risked it all

She made me sit down and ball

She was so selfish

She was my best friend

I wish I could have seen this was the end

But now im too late

Shes staring at her face

The way her eyes froze 

I wish I couldnt hate

But now im up late

Wishing I could date

Staring at this plate

Saying fuck you and all that you aint

But now its too late

Im staring at her face 

She finally looked back

And comes the heart attack

I wish I could go back

To how I loved that

In which she gave 

But now my eyes look dazed

I can now feel the fake

Melonchaly is my new date.

 

 

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