It used to be good, i believe for a moment or so i enjoy it. Until i saw the truth. You are what i refused to see. You came looking good almost perfect but now i can see the scars in your right cheek. Deep like the one that i feel inside me after saying goodbye. Arrogant, unsafe, not funny at all. I know i'm stuck, i believe this is totally my thing. Not looking good though. I stop thinking for a moment and try to breath. I do my best to see the future and then i see you again, weak and crummy asking over and over again for forgivness. Pleased and happy i take you back, silly me..
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