What if I?
What if you?
Fuck that, it already happened
It’s crazy how all these years together get blown away soon as I light the switch
When did I?
When did you?
Fuck that, it already happened
Our memories are burning in a ditch but not a single tear
Who was I?
Who was you?
Fuck that, it already happened
No fear while my heart absorbs lies and my lungs blow truth
Why me?
Why you?
Fuck that, it already happened
Alone in a booth, I forgot whom my enemies were the day I met you
Where is my?
Where is your?
Fuck that, it already happened
I’m never going to forget how I felt but I always try to forget what you did
Yes, I gifted my time unnecessarily
Yes, Sacrificed my integrity for security
Just to find out you found value elsewhere
But no, My thoughts are wild
Locked in the dark room like a scared child
Mild is my temper but my heart forever black
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