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Wilted Black Rose.
the more we talk,the more i realize
that we've moved on,you heart is no longer my prize.
but i know i need you comfort,
but this drama makes me sick
and the longer i stay up,the longer i can see that i can't handle this.
i won't pretend im ok with it,there's no use in even trying.
but with every smile,tears follow,
so i'll be happy with mine,and you'll be happy with yours and we'll move on.
but we'll still be friends right?
cause those last longer than lovers.
