When we first met you promised we would one day be exclusive
Little after that your words became abusive
Your vibe became very intrusive
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Painted such an illusion
It brought my thoughts so much confusion
The worst part is that you found it amusing
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I noticed all your unhealthy patterns
Your words once made me feel flattered, now my heart they shatter
It went from laughter to a disaster
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You promised you’d love me and abused me right after
I waited from above for some sort of answer
Then one day it hit me, to my own vibe I am the master!
Dear Son ›
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