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[thenumberfour]

should i let you fall
and lose it all
so maybe you can remember yourself?
can’t keep believing
we’re only deceiving
ourselves and i’m sick of the lie
and you’re too late.

so don’t cry to me, if you loved me you would be here with me.
you want me, come find me, and make up your mind

couldn’t take the blame
sick with shame
must be exhausting to lose your own game
selfishly hated
no wonder you’re jaded
you can’t play the victim this time.

you never call me when you’re sober.
you only want it cause it’s over.

so don’t cry to me
if you loved me
you would be here with me
don’t lie to me, just get your things. i’ve made up your mind.

life is about to get awesome.