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You know i'm not the type to break promises,

but you broke yours first, can't dismiss this,

fact that needing to breathe can't end,

but still i know in a short amount of time we'll be best friends,

i can't lie anymore, i wish you never left for Italy,

or at least were upfront that you'd be bullshittin me,

so much more you still can never again

have from me, presently can't be a friend,

nothing i can say will change who we've become,

i wish first there were a way to go back to where this came from,

not once have you been anything but you,

still a painful goodbye is what you choose,

thought it in twos, but it happens in fours,

i now get why rich men tend to buy whores,

cause there is no emotion, like with dating,

it'll only leave you near coma, too frustrating.