Second best

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I can't breathe
My bloods beginning to seethe
From anger, from fear
I need to disappear
I need a break,
My hands begin to shake
It's impossible
The river of my tears is uncrossible
There's to many
Little lies become plenty
I think you liked her
Then she left
I guess I'm just second best

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