(Saint Joseph, MO)
Being myself used to be enough for you.
You used to love everything I did,
even my mistakes.
I use to be the one to whom you told everything.
When we first started to argue you would
do anything to hold on to me.
I was the one who could make you smile as well
as make you cry.
Now you just did a complete 160 and you
cannot seem to stay away from me long enough..
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