Maybe you love both of us
Because even when you say you love me, I tell you I hate her
You still pursue the friendship which I despise
Behind my back of course
But your lies have been brought before my eyes
& my eyes, even though dry
I’ve cried many times before
I wonder how many times you have to lie before I have to break down this lovely love we’ve restored
Pick me
Or go back to your whore
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