You used to be the one,
I'd say everything to.
But this time I chose to run,
instead of telling you.
I'm sorry that I did such a damn thing,
but it's too late to turn back now.
These memories sting,
when I remember how.
How you used to understand,
but now I don't know you anymore.
You used to take my hand,
but I chose to shut my door.
You've changed into something alike me.
but I'd rather see my best friend.
I don't want you to be,
a part of that stupied trend.
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