46 days, with you. Those F-ing words out from you. I'm sad, but I'm Glad that I know that maybe you're not the one for me. Maybe you're the one for someone else.
I tried to figure it out, I'm not a little girl anymore.
I've been done something like this more than twice, and you're the one that makes me cry, from the start.
Ask your self, Are you that good as good as who you are?
I miss (the old) you.
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