us
the sun is hot,
the moon is cold,
and that was meant to be.
when i look at you,
and you look at me,
i can tell we see things differently.
i thought you loved me for who i am,
but now i see you dont give a damn.
you ripped my heart,
too many times,
and now i walk away,
i dare not look back,
cause if i do,
i will surly fall back in love with you.
and like i said the sun and moon,
they were meant to be,
but hunny this just aint workin out for me
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