Together for a year, I thought I’d make my move,
But our first fight shook the groove.
You said, "It’s fine if we don’t talk anymore,
I’m fine without you," repeating it more.
This aggression, it stings, it stays,
Are you fine—or just fading away?
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
Together for a year, I thought I’d make my move,
But our first fight shook the groove.
You said, "It’s fine if we don’t talk anymore,
I’m fine without you," repeating it more.
This aggression, it stings, it stays,
Are you fine—or just fading away?
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