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You laid down the bait,
i ate it by the crate,
starting spending money on dates,
from my wallet to your plate,
why pick you up at eight?
together never late,
i thought you were so great,
fell victim to fate,
fell under the weight,
now it's you that's easy to hate.

At this rate,
i'll never again want a mate,
just walk dogs and skate,
smoke, sip and carry my weight,
even if my pounds happen to abate,
even if i pack up and leave this state,
you'll always hear my heart rate,
a beat that you alone create,
started fresh with a dirty slate,
the ending was never something to debate,
much like a balloon that deflates,
on air you can relate,
relationships you'll never translate,
since you've killed the beat and fed the hate.