i don’t wanna be your girl no more
can’t you see
i’m not me
i want
to be your friend
i want
to be here for you
i want
your arms here
for me
god I want
But there’s some **** I can’t forget
just know you left bruises
but they're just that
bruises
the second time
you left scratches
you pierced my skin
Congrats
it stings
the next time there was a cut
but not left by you
although your impression lingered
lost but found with the tip of the blade
the loneliness of night
escorted by the open arms of a sad playlist
Just take from this,
Just remember,
Just know
how much you changed
in my view
now it’s my turn to do the same
so pay attention
How could you do that
How could you ******* do that