You've Been my Lola, I've Been your Bugs.
When we met, there were secrets kisses and hugs.
Pictures, camera flashes, and mean mugs.
I was you King and you were my Queen Thug.
I would jump for you at the dropp of a dime.
Even though you trampled my heart one hop at a time.
I don't know which hurts worse your heart or mine.
But we can heal them Both one hop at a time.
I don't know rather to dropp or to climB.
But either way no soldier is left Behind.
Without you I'm more ruthless then death three times.
It's so wrong But so right how im left devine.
I could have said I love you in less than a line.
But I had to address your grind and your shine.
I hope you don't mind, But you've Been on my mind.
So lets get this thing Back one step at a time.
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