it’s the moons talking

who’s team are you on anyway?

Some days we are on such separate pages

I wonder if we’re even in the same book

 

No quality time

Didn’t spend a dime

Want to be mine

But can’t find the time

 

Wasting away

Better pray

That I stay

 

our creations

Let them think you didn’t see me out of respect to her

When really it’s because you know you couldn’t control yourself

 

I’m glad you’re doing so well

*mad

 

I need to learn to leave it alone

(I just wish we were alone)

 

don’t tell me you don’t get it when i know you do

It’s not always about you

Get over yourself

The same way I got over you

2 years ago

 

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