You said we were better off apart,
But it still burns, deep in my heart.
I didn’t want to believe you,
But now I’m lighting up, feeling the truth.
The taste of you’s still on my tongue,
Like a song I can’t unsing, undone.
I take another drag and feel the sting,
Wondering if it’s love or just a thing.
I keep relapsing into what’s wrong,
In every puff, in every song.
You broke me and I’m trying to forget,
But each exhale is another regret.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC
You said we were better off apart,
But it still burns, deep in my heart.
I didn’t want to believe you,
But now I’m lighting up, feeling the truth.
The taste of you’s still on my tongue,
Like a song I can’t unsing, undone.
I take another drag and feel the sting,
Wondering if it’s love or just a thing.
I keep relapsing into what’s wrong,
In every puff, in every song.
You broke me and I’m trying to forget,
But each exhale is another regret.
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