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You were my perfect villain
A dream lovers to enemies candidate
But when I tried to reverse it
Make our story something more
Than it should've been
Everything fell apart
We got hurt, you got bored
I had my heart torn out
The grass wasn't greener
The skies turned cloudy
You were no keeper
But I couldn't shake off
Your crude sense of caring
And your kind scoff
I shouldn't be thinking about you
Not after all you've put me through
But it's a small world
And if I want to hold onto the past
I should be allowed that freedom

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