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All you had to say was you wanted to unstress, as we undress,
it's my best guess that i was the last mess for you to address,
all you had to say was that you wanted cash, love is just trash,
i could just dash to the stash, love led to that rash,
you live with the sin, in sky view with the wind,
i must not of caught wind or saw the hint when you grinned,
the breeze felt the same as before, when for Jonathan you pushed me out the door,
how was i to know what else was in store, not like you'd do what you did before,
much worse you left me over the phone, wide eyed, open mouthed and alone,
the cold air was blown and it was known as me being forced off my throne,
how was i to know, that it was time to go a while ago,
i'm slow to it all though, even slower when i had to let go,
well now i'm over you, i hope something brings me up in your mind where ever you go to,
every time he buys jewelry for you, when you look at Louie too,
payment and revenge is long overdue, don't resort to apologizing i hope the bitch dies slow in you,
the unsober me shines duller than the sober me, since you let me free,
i've aimed to better myself, and very soon you'll see,
most likely hear more than see, i'm sure Chelsea will agree,
soon i'll start to clean up, don't come to me all dolled up,
i'll simply tell you to back up, you must have me mixed up,
a breeze blows over us, i'm over you, we've got no trust,
never wanted you past that last bust, since long ago i've been sick of us.