Wouldn’t life be easier
If everyone minded their own business?
Some things are shit
Some people miss
Their own lives
Their own piss
I don’t miss her
Not anymore
Don’t know why
Don’t care no more
In the past
There was nothing to understand
Romance was in the air
I thought it was her
Now I don’t know anymore
This time it’s my fault, not hers
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