THE INNOCENCE OF MY FIRST LOVE THE BREAKUP 4
I wish I chose my words more carefully that night.
I take all this time to plan
but one can never get ready for this,man.
I spoke from the heart instead of my head
I forgot that my heart has always been dead.
You gave it life then returned it to death
I guess I can't blame you if I was the ref.
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