ive noticed i rather be poor
then stay in your house by the door
i rather starve then be by mr. larve
because i only feel torcher when i am by you
cause you are no longer my boo
you to me.... is just a crumbled up paper about to be trown in the trash
so for me to not do anything
i think im going to just walk away
and sleep by the bay
and wake up in the morning
in the middle of he day
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