The Thorns Love. (August Alsina)

The Thorns Love. (August Alsina)

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August Alsina
I bet she could never make you cry 'Cause the scars on your heart are still mine Tell me that she couldn't get this deep She can almost be the worst than me Too bad she's just eating off your dreams Let me know when you're ready to plea Maybe you just need to send for me Send for me, send for me Send for me, send for me, send for me -- ''Ion know how ta' express my emotions 'n shit man. Just bare wit' me. I'm learnin' fa' you. Ion wanna eva' wanna lose ya. Ya love me right?'' He spoke, softly in my ear as my back was towards him. We laid down in his bed, as he tried to explain his actions. I loved him, but at times he could be so mean, rude, and disrespectful. I don't know how much longer I could take it. ''Yeah okay August. You say the same thing everyday. Just go to sleep and drop it. Don't wanna make you anymore angrier today. Goodnight.. And yes for some reason my stupid ass still loves you. I'll never not love you.''
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