All Along


Sitting here in a corner,
Wishing someone could have warned her,
Now all these people mourn for her,

She was in a deep abyss,
There was way to much that she had missed,

Longing for his toxic kiss,
What the hell did we miss,

Our lives go on,
But we were wrong,

It was not him,
It was her all along.

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