H.I.M.
It happens
Haha, yeah it does I guess
We all loose it.
WE ALL DO
I didn't believe you at first
Who would?
You're crazy
You were crazy
He is crazy
Sitting on the porch
Warning me
Of my last
Days
Look, I have to go to work.
I have no time for your stupidity
I walk
Away from you
Walked away from you
Away from him
I wanted to get to where I go
Where I go to work
and beyond that
Home.
I never liked it but it suited me
That day, though
I felt expecially close to it
Feeling close to it
Close to him
The floor shook that day and we ran outside
I looked for you
Waited for you
Wanted him
But I didn't listen
That was the last day
He left me
He left me
I left him
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