Dust :3

Kicking back in my car with beats going,
Thinking of that pretty girl.
She is the best one for me,
She is the best one for me.
Then I remember what happened,
She makes me like dust now,
I feel so alone, and cause of you, I'm standing here by myself.
Start to pull my straw coloured hair out,
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I feel like we are breaking apart like an earthquake.
You and I are like ice cream and tomato sauce now,
We just don’t go together anymore.
My father says, "You will get over her," and I say back to him:
"I don’t know if I can," and then I cry.

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