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All she had to say was the truth, i'm worth this,

don't place blame on the same excuses, too worthless,

it only hurts if we end and never once peaked,

we were kissing on the lips way before the cheek,

say whatever you want with friends, i'm doin me,

stop lying and claiming that you ruined me,

goodbye ho, i'm sure i won't cry over spilled milk,

or ever say your skin felt like chilled silk,

cause that'd be a lie, and that i won't do,

not a thought or an action, unlike you,

she'll never see me again until i'm famous,

then maybe she won't again blame us,

she'll take the blame, by choice and by name,

how much she'll miss me and how much i do her will be the same,

it's a dim pain, but still slightly existent,

i'll get over you, it's my main mission.