Unwise, made the same mistake twice
I cover myself in shame
I cut him with hateful eyes
when I am the one to blame
He told all his boys
Now i look at him and see despise
the first mistake was an accident
but now I am considered unwise
I remember I told him
Things I kept inside
I was unwise and
a time or two i even cried
I remember tellling him
things no one else even knew
He got what he wanted
He is gone, He is through
I know you experience things
that you may try to hide
but never get broken twice
for then you are consider unwise
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