The Real Truth
Me and you in the feild of flowers
staring up and the giant towers
making up our story as we were going
though back then i didnt know the hatered flowing
I was happily skipping around
thinking we were bound
turns out I was dreaming
the night you were screaming
i coverd my ears and blocked the red flags
but you had pulled to many gags
I was blind to your tricks
you were pulling up random chicks
I was avoiding the truth
as I was still in my youth
but the truth came out
and you would just pout
I didnt miss you the first time
I was with the morning sunshine
But you came back
and then made my heart crack
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