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I tried to change your music taste,
Thought you'd like mine, just in case,
You drew me flower in a white paper,
Soon, you damaged my walls like scraper.

We searched for gold in the desert,
But, all we found was dirt,
You crossed the ocean alone,
You reached the volcano's cone.

Done a lot of things, to make you stay,
From morning to midnight, I pray,
I offered my cardigan just in case you need it,
You refused, and told me you love me a little bit.

Mom, told me I'm insane,
Wrote a book about pain,
I'm still breathing after the heartache,
I'd loved you, just for me to know you're fake.

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