He called me from her house on my birthday
It was years ago but I remember it today
I should’ve known he was a liar, should have trusted my instincts
When something turns sour, my God how it starts to stink
Of betrayal
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He called me from her house on my birthday
It was years ago but I remember it today
I should’ve known he was a liar, should have trusted my instincts
When something turns sour, my God how it starts to stink
Of betrayal
I'm just 20 years old. A poet from Detroit with dreams of being published and connecting and touching the hearts of other poets.
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