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The way he is
The way his brown eyes watch me
Makes me want to die
The way he talks to her
Makes me want to cry
The way he looks at me
Makes me want to hide
They way he walks away from me
Makes me want to fly
The way he regrets his time with me
Makes me cry
The way he lies to me
Makes me hide
The way he is always in my mind
Makes me leave the place of the room
The way he doesn’t love me
Makes me die
I am a crying, hiding, hurting, dying, heartbroken girl.
It’s his entire fault and he knows it
If you find me dead it’s his fault
For loving her instead of me
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