Sitting on our spot with someone new
We would never last, that I always knew
Our trust was never true
Your friend said he saw me kissing someone else
What could I do, his random ways just made me melt
I wish I could explain to you, everything I felt
I want to call you, but I have nothing to say
Maybe I should leave it for some other day
For now, I'll just drink my troubles away
Oh come on. Every poet needs a clichée rhyme in the record.
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