Everything, gone.
A mile a minute and it's past dawn.
I'm out of time, don't make this a crime.
I'm done with this s**t, and out of the clique.
I heard you once,
You said it for months.
I called your bluff,
And it ended rough.
And now you're gone.
You took their hearts,
And it was a farce.
And they're left to start again.
I hate you dear,
Let's make it clear.
I don't want you to ever come back.
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