The winds waft the one who was once pictured
It took every ounce of me to end it
I was too attached while I was trying to detach
Your mountain of words follows me everywhere
I thought you might be right but im too afraid to fight
I decided to swallow my pride and let the rest of me sigh
I realized I was hard to get and you were hard to forget
I turned my head away every time you got something to say
It was rad, and i wanted you bad—
But we were both mad, and the love?
Was long dead.
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