dr.Peps 🇺🇿

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Come on, snob Like resumation to the end Always the end Always the end So when we found we could not make sense Well, you said that we would still be friends But I'll admit that I was planning to get me over It was over You stood up to cut me off Think I like it, never happened to throw it with nothing And I don't even need your love You treat me like a stranger and I feel so low No, you did it after stoke so low Had your friends clenched your records and they changed your number Guess what I need to know Now you're just somebody that I used to know