It was all because I loved you

You can’t get mad

When she posts at 1am

And for you this is bad

You have to let her vent

 

When she posts at 1am

You know she’s in pain

You have to let her vent

You chose to play this game

 

You know she’s feeling pain

When she asks to be held

And you chose to play this game

But instead you just yelled

 

When she asks to be held

She expected you to be there

But instead you just yelled

And you stole all the air

 

She expected you to be there

And for her, you made this bad

And you stole all the air

So you can’t get mad

 

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