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They warned me we're not perfect,
That maybe our forever won't last ,
So why did I not believe them ,
'til I was broken, remembering our past ?
Now these scars upon my heart ,
Run too deep to just forget ,
All the roses you gave me ,
On the first day that we met .
And i don't know why I told them ,
That I'm good at letting go ,
For all i do now's watch dead roses ,
And pray somehow they'll grow.
— Nátasha.
— 2 minutes
and 5 secs
from breaking down, baby.
Stop. It's enough.
