you were a butterfly
now your a wasp
bitter and sweet
as i walked by
i closed the clasp
sat down in the seat
next to you
when i looked up at you
your eyes glowed with eager
i realized it wasnt me
i used to be your boo
look at me sir,
it just wasnt ment to be
as i saw her sit
you held her hand
a whisper for my heart to break
it hurt for a bit
a reasoning for a band
you and her seem so fake
why are you doing this?
a hidden love story
everything's going down
she wants a kiss
givin you her key
cant hear a soun'
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