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Disaster or just too late
Maybe I am disaster
but i thought i was the mess you chose
the door that you couldn't close
the bluest,
but truest,
to you I supposed
But I guess everything changes,
and you didnt want the mess of me,
so you succumbed to the dumbest game,
the game of breaking hearts,
well, you succeeded
and broke mine while playing,
while inside I was suffocating,
You killed apart of me
why didnt you just tell me the truth
instead of becoming someone for me to hate?
Well I am sorry but now you are too late
