I know that we weren't meant to be
But I still had hope that it would have been me
Who you dance with all night
And care if their alright
But then she came
And you even forgot my name
With all the memories we had
And now I'm just mad
For not fighting for you
Cause you were the only who knew
What I was going through
And nobody even had a clue
What you meant to me
Cause you were the only one who had a key to my darkest secrets
And knew what was my biggest weakness
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
