I. Am not. The one.

The what if
Our past lovers always come up
I start it, but you carry it on
And it pisses me off anyways

You’re glaring,
Believing those same fireworks will be lit
Only to see
You’ve set me to flames and
Watched me glow

Never did quite make the cut, though.

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