Its weird, cause all the past yesterdays i wanted to be your everything. But now i sort of hope to be your nothing for these future tomorrows. Just let me wither away into space, like you let those empty promises wander away from your parted lips. Those lips that wish to part only to see mines part, except i rather part from you than for you. So if you feel me, let me breathe b, and i hope after this we can still be we.
DEDICATED to every nigga who ever lied to every girl who kept it real the most.
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