You love me a little less than I love you. It doesn’t mean that you don’t, but it predicts the situation where you cut off the ropes and you also are the one who point out the scissor I held to protect myself when one day you really do. You actually did, and I let you to put the blame on me as much as you wanted to. One thing you have to know, I love you a little less now but it’s still more than you once did.
You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone
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