Sep 2021
It's not fair
That you got to brand my mind
And walk away
Making me think
It was my idea
But the scars don't lie
Time hasn't healed
It's ripped wounds open
That you got to brand my mind
And walk away
Making me think
It was my idea
But the scars don't lie
Time hasn't healed
It's ripped wounds open
I can't believe I ever loved you.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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