we both were so happy. so happy. so happy i could die. another pain-cracked memorized. another drink, it's no surprise. this broken nightmare used to be a dream. she said she don't love me any more. another thing to contemplate. another drink to compensate. i'm not the type just to conversate. i gave her my heart but she wanted my soul. i'm not the type to do as i'm told. nothing's forever. i'm losing control. maybe this means that we're both growing old. growing old. growing old. growing old. growing old. fuck you.
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