We were never friends
Your just a girl on the streets
Who took advantage of me
Look’n sweet, running cheap, mirror vanity
Your screwing elite
You feel complete
Don’t use me to be discrete
Come out of the woods
I know it’s you
Stop watching me
Years gave gone by and I feel fine
What you gonna do if I die
Love me or hate me I’ll be holding a rip sign
Don’t forget to say to goodbye
Copyright © Trish Fern | Year Posted 2024
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