Why count your ex?
Why count the broken eggs?
The fragments from the sky,
Tempered and emotional fly,
Run your affairs like a spy,
You shut them up and cry,
Alone, when all is gone,
Like yesterday there was none,
Who truly cared for you,
Now you believe it was true.
Why expect a perfect human,
By this you destroy a supper human,
And put love up for sale,
No wonder its not found,
In the frivolous fake sound,
of (I love you)
More than everything I know;
But you deny pregnancy, wow!
Why regret your past,
That's meant to bring out your best,
Why waste the present for the past,
Why love to hurt love.
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