Reading through past,
Baby it's not worth it.
She will bring you flowers, make you fall in love all over again.
This girl is evil, she doesn't desrve your secound line.
Stop with the pen, you will waste your ink.
Its horrible weather this time of year.
Poke your head back inside.
She will come crashing down on you like a tidal wave.
I'll pick up your pieces, atleast im worth something.
So raise your glass tonight, were getting somewhere.
Messy feet, and silly laughter.
There was always a reason for alcohol.
I won't be pouring down another bourben.
Therfore I won't once again loose myself in your eyes.
Just remeber to stay away, shes trouble.
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