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May 2016
I was too slow for you, honey,
Like cold honey.
You never grew tired
Spinning your wheels, burning your tires.
Now look, it didn't take long
Because you've already said "So Long".
On the floor when we'd lie,
I guess you were always just a lie.
It isn't something I miss,
I just need to know if I was once your only Miss.
I think probably not.
I think it was all for naught.
Written by
     Torias and A M R
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