I can’t love you
You treat me like shit and you think you’re right for doing so
Goodbye to you.
I’m never going back to that shit again.
I see you
For who you really are
What I thought I saw before
Was an illusion.
.
I can’t love you
You treat me like shit and you think you’re right for doing so
Goodbye to you.
I’m never going back to that shit again.
I see you
For who you really are
What I thought I saw before
Was an illusion.
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