Purple, that was our color
Forget you, that was our song
thinking of one of these, makes me think about the others
the other times we shared
thinking about these also makes me regret the times i didn't say the right things
they make me regret not spending more time with you
they make me regret cheating
i'm sorry
i'm sorry for the times you saw us together
i could see you heart break over and over
i wish i didn't do it
i know that's probably why you couldn't take it anymore
we would show PDA in the hallway everyday
i know it killed you
i think that's why you killed you
i think that's why you commited suicide
but i don't know
so now, whenever i think of purple, or the song Forget You by Cee Lo
i die a little bit too
i'm not dead enough to kill myself
i'm dead enough to want you to come back
i cry myself to sleep every night, thinking of what i did to you
but in your funeral, that's why i said Cee Lo and purple
nobody gets it, but you
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