Was my heart meant to be broken?
Because this time I don't think I can make it.
I continuously fake a smile, when I see you with him.
I don't want to let you go, but I guess he make you alot happier than I could ever make you.
The pain. The pain that goes through my vein at the thought of losing you.
But I guess this is the price of loving someone.
I have a few questions though.
Was any of what we had real?
Was I just being used until you found someone new.
Because everything I felt for you was real
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