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Sorry i'm not the type of guy,

to just come over late night and chill,

sit on your couch, no touching, no try,

so if you ask me again please don't think i will,

why must i overextend myself each time,

then get left behind and write her in every rhyme,

every time what's thought to be mine,

is all a fantasy, each and every time,

just summer flings or random bangs,

one night stands or hickies with fangs,

always the used and not the material,

to have a girlfriend actually be real,

jusus christ, what a lovely memory,

the kind that puts me in a sad place,

cause no matter how much you were a friend to me,

i no longer get to see your pretty face.