Why me?
I can never know when you’re
going to come
But I know when you are going
to leave
It hurts more when you leave
But when you leave I crave you
I miss you, I want you
Could I have your number? No
But you have mine and you have
my time
Depression
You hurt my heart, my arms,
and my stomach
Friends always wanted me to
stop
But you always had me tied
around your fingers
Why did you choose me?
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