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I always had thought that you were the one
But then you went and met those two
The three of you together, you left me in the dust
Four years
Nearly five, now that I think about it
You left to join the six
I guess now there are seven “popular” kids
After however long, eight days, eight months, eight years
Don’t come crying back to me, because you lied to me for nine
Just now, I can list ten times you were toxic
Eleven times you made me doubt myself
Twelve times you showed your true colors
And the thirteenth time, when I finally did something about it
We met the day before you turned fourteen
I guess that doesn’t matter now, you started distancing yourself at fifteen
After sixteen months of crying myself to sleep, I’m going to stand up to you
I may only be seventeen, but I’m going to do this
Eighteen tries
Nineteen tries
Twenty tries
Twenty one tries, I’ll just keep trying
Twenty two tries, you can break me down, but I’ll get you back
Twenty three tries, you won’t like it
Twenty four tries, but you’ll have to deal with it
And now, on the twenty fifth try, I’ll finally cut you off
Goodbye