There are so many things I cant tell you,
About the things Ive done,
The things Ive seen,
But I could tell you this.
It kills me that you just dont care,
The shit I get away with,
The places Ive been,
You dont even ask where Im going half the time.
I tell you what I can though,
I thought I could tell you this,
Apparently not.
I never asked you to like everything I do,
But you didnt even ask if I was happy,
And I am happy,
Not that it matters.
I know you said youd love me anyways,
But heres the question,
Which of us do you love more?















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You take my sugar...
I take your soul
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