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Dark days with darker nights.
Its either arguing or there are harsher fights.
Do we call it quits or continue?
Our relationship a drivethru but there's no dessert on the menu.
It's all hate, at the beginning there was love
Our options were hate each other and she chose all of the above
I dream about her still I guess I'm living in the past
Who'd have thought that the kiss the other night would be our last
Our love was on the edge, I mean it was dying
And everyday she'd laugh to keep from crying.
Will she ever read and quote this?
Will she know about the tear stains when I wrote this?
I was nervous when I last saw her. Pen constantly tapping.
I've gone back and forth between poetry and rapping.
I know I could never say it was because of her
Because at the end of the day I could never love her.
I dream about her still I guess I'm living in the past
Who'd have thought that the kiss the other night would be our last
Our love was on the edge, I mean it was dying
And everyday she'd laugh to keep from crying.
They say it's not that bad if you can laugh or smile
Well this must be horrible cause she hasn't laughed in a while.
I should have kept her warm. Should've been her quilt.
But now every time I see her I feel nothing but guilt
As the final tear drops from my eyes
I hope that she's still laughing so I'd never have to see her cry

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