I thought it was love,
All from above.

But it was to good to be true,
Every day my life was blue.

U lived in Oakland, i lived in Modesto both far,
After all the scars i knew u should be behind bars.

It got so bad i almosted died,
And even thought u just lied.

Briuse after Briuse i got,
Felt like i was gettin shot.

Scar after Scar,
I knew i shouldnt have let it go that far!
 
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