Mistakes And Regrets
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When you think everything is perfect
When you think that you found your happiness
When you feel that you finally have your happy ending
But then reality knock you down
He's nothing but a lie
He never love you
He just let you taste the feeling of being loved by him.
He just needs you but pretended to love you.
He's nothing but a selfish jerk that can't live without you but doesn't love you. Even a little bit.
Your world crashed,
Shattered into pieces
Light turns into darkness
Rainbow turns into colorless
Happiness turns into sadness
How will you survive?
How can you move on?
How can you mend a broken heart?
How can you fix a shatterred world?
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I'm confuse
I can't live without her but I love my ex-girlfriend
I'm jealous everytime she's with another guy but I don't know why
So I made a decision that I think is right
I told her I love her but I'm not sure
I hurt her
I want to make everything right
But when mistakes are done
Regrets followed
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