'toxic'
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just another stupid song I wrote
well, it's a quarter past dawn
and I'm home alone
nothing to do
our love long gone
I glance at my phone
and see you've moved on
You fucked me up
Bad.
You saw me.
Saw my soul.
Clean and fresh
And perfectly ripe.
You set your sights
And at last-
I am breathing.
It is labored
and it mourns
what could have been,
but-
I am breathing.
And you are no longer my oxygen.
