Take me back to the beginning,
Nervous hands and butterflies,
I was your Kitten captivated by ocean eyes.

It all turns to lies,
Fighting and crying,
Words like knives,
I'm dying.

You're poison,
I cant breathe.
I fall on the floor and
I can't believe
what we've become.

This isn't love,
Maybe some,
But we're just holding
on tightly
to what we were,
Every night we
can't lie to ourselves,
We're lonely and sad,
Its the best that we've had,
But I deserve more.

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