He remembers nothing of the way he
changed my world
Just a forget
He saw no harm in the way he
hurt some girl
Not a hint of regret
And the writing on the walls,
screams out good advice
More like warnings
It's the danger in the call
I get when you say my name twice
On Tuesday mornings
He sees that everything is alright,
with myself
Just perfectly delightful
But I lost all my insight
and mental health
And it's just plain spiteful
And I wish I was there,
in his twisted past
To be the one
He spent those happy nights and cared
enought to let it last
So I could be the only one
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