Cinnamon and honey is a terrible mix
Just like oil and water don't blend
That's why you and I can't make amends
We could barely be friends,
I used to love you
but now, it depends
I hope that made sense.
Love is dangerous just like money, honey
You get a taste then start acting funny
I know you could relate,
Since I brought you a plate
and you grazed me with your blade
Since you're no longer sane.
I said you couldn't stay
but now it's too late
Since this is your last day,
I guess it's okay.
It'll never be like old times
You've moved on and that's fine
But the memories never leave
I haven't changed the locks
Since you kept the keys,
I just wanted to see,
if you'd return to me.
I wanted something sweet
so I wouldn't leave,
You stabbed me in the chest
So I couldn't breathe.
I came to you for rest
But you rather place a gun to my head.
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