Think about this
I gave you my heart
Not figuratively
I reached into my chest and handed you my beating heart
What did you do?
You left it
Letting it beat on the floor
You didn't care for the honesty
Walking away from my prophecy
Oh now you want friendship?
Now you want something deep
You won't get it
You were already 6 inches deep in that girl
Still thinking about it makes me hurl
So the word friends will never describe us
There is no more to discuss
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