Cry for you?
Wow,
You know what.
I'd love too, but as it turns out, I'm not the crying type.
But hand me your razor, and instead of tears, I'll shed something far more valuable.
Cry for YOU?
Since when does someone who aligns themselves with the devil, ask for sympathy.
I'm sorry,
But crying for you goes against my religion.
Cry for you?
Let me ask you ask you something, when was the last time you cried for me?
And I know that sounds a little conceited, but I mean isn't asking someone to cry for you worse.
Look,
I love you, but I am not under your command
See,
I want you to be happy, but I don't necessarily need you to be.
CRY FOR YOU?
Okay sure, but first,
Feel free to die for me.
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