the sun glares into red as it hits a reflector on a cold morning
This is a day of typical dread with a beginning of mourning
Soo many clues to obvious to ignore, she was called a whore
All these signs I dived into, I should of read the warning
I guess I should of treated her less and made her chase
Maybe I should of slept with a slut, to get a solid base
Then built up from stupidity and to win love completely
I can't change I want to, but I will never be good enough, disgrace
I hurt they live....
Meltone Community Member 
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