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broken

she looks at you
you fall for her stuff
i look at you
you looks back at me
you smirk
i knew she had you
wrapped around hr finger
she's ugly
but I'm here waiting for you
i want you to came back to me
i see you kiss
i know it's over
I'm broken
it
was
all
your
FAULT





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