Time
Time
Time was running out and you still couldn't look me in the eye
Was I that hideous?
Or was it a way to avoid talking about us
Was I expecting too much?
Or was it all a game to you
To call me and break my heart all over again
Was I a joke to you
Time was running out and here we were still standing
Contemplating when to end it all
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