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What If's


I was taught not to live with What if’s Because it might be too late So I poured my heart out to you But I guess it wasn’t great So I continue on wondering Why you led me on Then I realised I was your puppet Cause I still had my strings drawn Grab the knife you used An broke the strings But it don’t mean a thing Your still the world to me
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