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All this time it seems i was just someone,
for you to have fun then be done,
at least i don't hear the words that slip off your tongue,
cause i grabbed my emotions for you and left em hung,

you don't have to call anymore, don't need a text,
i am ready to unwillingly move to who's next,
maybe all i was to you was Breaking Bad & sex,
but to me you meant more then just a text and some sex,

i'll collect all my words and pack up our meaning,
leave you up north as i'm in the big apple sheening,
smoking another gram to get a hand, i'm leaning,
and drinking bottles til i forget our meaning,

i just miss you and never forget,
the way you used to be, now i regret,
to admit that it's too easy to not text you,
when a perfect girl is who i'm next to.