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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