Don’t want to see new pictures of you.
‘Cause in my head I still own you.
I hated your plans without me knowing.
I still feel like I am deciding.
It slowly ended with how less we connected.
No us, our paths now cemented.
But I still have you as an obsession.
Rid me of your thought, you’re not my possession!
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 11:09 AM UTC
Don’t want to see new pictures of you.
‘Cause in my head I still own you.
I hated your plans without me knowing.
I still feel like I am deciding.
It slowly ended with how less we connected.
No us, our paths now cemented.
But I still have you as an obsession.
Rid me of your thought, you’re not my possession!
I’m still sorry I hurt you. You deserve someone who doesn’t give up on you.
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