Don't Call Me Honey
Why would you think I loved you? How dare you assume that you broke my heart! With all the things I’ve told you, and all the torment you put me through… I wasn’t crying. I was thanking God I’ve lost you, and praying that I wouldn’t act on my justified impulses before the clock struck five. You are the reason regret being nice.
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