You are free to leave
If you want to
You obviously can't take a bullet for me
Let alone die for me
The road is not smooth
One day you will realise
How unfair you have been to me
That day will surely come
Then you will understand love
In its purest form
But it will be too late
When I think of us
I think of the beachside
Sipping margarita together
But not anymore
You know what?
You are my greatest regret
I curse the day our path crossed
I wish you never were
Truth is, right now, I need a hug...
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