The Ex, the Other
The other one, the one you love, the one that made you cry.
She misses me, she still loves me, somehow I know its true.
Her smoke blown in my face sharing that cigarette with me.
Short hair, perfect body, a great humor.
Making me miss her even more.
Hope sparks in me when she says she still loves me.
And yet again I realize, Im hooked on her, maybe forever.
Even if she only loves me a little part.
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