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Allow me to explain how little we last,

born on monday, die on thursday; put you on blast,

hurts in the worst way i can't let you go,

holding way too tight to a girl i used to know,

i'd rather know i'm alone then live a liar,

rather drown in my sorrow then burn in her fire,

my tires pop on the way to leave,

god must be telling me to be patient and believe,

i know i was taught way better then that,

told to aim for the heart and pray they never come back,

explain to me then how my heart still beats,

when multiple lovers have been its defeat,

i am the blood of this city, the hope for dreams,

to the ball of Riverdale i feel i am the seams,

cause all can throw me, only a few do it right,

and those few haunt me every single night.