'breakup'
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Love is not a game
Hey do you know my name?
Touching me everywhere
What are you trying to pull?
All you do is stare
I can get as mad as a bull
We are done
We are thrue
My coworker called to tell me,
that I should start to let myself heal.
I asked the walls and ceiling to allow it.
i begged my floor permission to grieve.
What happened to us
What happened since
We met on that bus
On the way to New York
To spend the summer
With people just like us
Remember that?
Thanks to the girl who used my love,
Thanks to the girl who abused my love,
Thanks to the fake that never took blame,
Thanks to the ones who put me to shame.
Look at now what we’ve become
Look at our hard work’s outcome
From young couple learning love
To familiar strangers, reminiscent of.
I came in looking for true love
And you were so kind
You were all that I could think of
Always on my mind
I wanted something definite
Feeling at home cause you’re around
I wouldn’t be walkin this ground
Catching the rails and the crowds and the sounds
In my black boots, my fancy ones
You mesmerized me with your ever-dirty kitchen
