What happened
I think it's funny how,
You were the reason I woke up.
And now you’re the reason that I cry at night.
You were my shooting star,
My inspiration.
And now you are the meteor that kills my world.
You were my beginning,
And now you dug my grave and made my ending.
You built me up, only to let me fall.
But guess what,
I know how to build myself right back up.
R.A.T
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