Regrets
No no no this stuff has got to go I am tired of your attitude in and out my door.
My heart is not a revolving door In and out, out and in a vicious cycle a constant
spin.
Why must this all way happen like this?
why must you always argue and hit?
I often wonder can love really win? and I think to my self, only if you both try the
very best that you can.
So no more o No's just go a head with the flow and when love knocks you down
go out of that revolving door.
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