our story
Ive been told not to judge a book by its cover
But now that our storys over
I see the cover was right
You wernt the one for me
You were the one who made me internally bleed
The one who broke me and made me wanna leave
Every word you said like a knife to my back
Thinking if i sat quietly my heart would stay attached
But im still on the curb sitting lost words slurred
What was the point on running me away
Making me carry all of your pain
Nights dark, time sparks
Wish we spent all out time apart
But i let you in, i gave you control
Thats a story always untold.
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