"I rue the day that I ever met you,

And deeply regret you getting close to me.

I cannot wait to deeply neglect you,

Deeply forget you, Jesus believe me,

You promised me poems.

You might have been my reason for livin'

I gave up on givin', gave up everything.

We were a right pair of believers

A couple of dreamers, so how come

You hate me?

You promised me poems."

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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