They say there’s only a step between love and hate.
But that step must be covered in,
Broken glass.
Painful memories that you gave me.
Rusted nails.
Rumors about me and you.
And things you said to hurt me.
Because this step is impossible to pass.
And I’m not willing to die this time for you.
But that step must be covered in,
Broken glass.
Painful memories that you gave me.
Rusted nails.
Rumors about me and you.
And things you said to hurt me.
Because this step is impossible to pass.
And I’m not willing to die this time for you.
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