Choosing a Different Path
You had me at hello, and of course it was all a joke.
To think that it would be different,
and ending up being a shipwreck.
Why did you do this? I ask myself the same thing.
To grow old with someone who you didn't really know.
To have them as your everything and then turning all into poo.
But of course you tell me it wasn't your intention, then why did you intent it?
Things will never be the same.
You had me at hello, and now you should go.
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