Syrup
He gave me some butter
I gave him syrup
But it didn’t stick
When works aren’t good
When people don’t always stay
When things get tough
They bolt to the door
Without a warning or a reason
So I tried to make his butter lasted
But it wouldn’t
Because syrup and butter aren’t friends
tho he told me that he liked me but it came and went
I slipped away from him and he’s pressed on being spiteful
Just because syrup is sticky doesn’t mean it’s ain’t gonna expire
Thanks to him I don’t care much about love or having someone in my obit because sooner or later they would always leave
He’s the syrup and I’m the butter
See the difference? We didn’t mix
We weren’t compatible or even soulmates
We were nothing but strangers and not even that
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