break up poemForget his name,break up poem
Forget his walk, Forget the way he used to talk,
Forget the love that you once knew,
Remember now,
There's someone new.
Forget the fun that you once shared, forget the fact that he once cared,
Forget the time you spent together,
Remember now,
He's gone forever.
Forget the times they played your song,
Forget you cried all night long,
Forget how close you once were,
Remember now,
he belongs to her.
Forget you memorized his every part,
Forget how he held your heart,
Forget the things he used to say,
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I Have a guy that doesn't care about what i wear
or how i do my hair. who loves my smile & my dorky
laugh & how i get hyper when i'm tired. who would
never want to see me cry; at least not tears of sadness.
and who would do those small things that ma
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I Have a guy that doesn't care about what i wear
or how i do my hair. who loves my smile & my dorky
laugh & how i get hyper when i'm tired. who would
never want to see me cry; at least not tears of sadness.
and who would do those small things that ma
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Now ~FALLenJ
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I Have a guy that doesn't care about what i wear
or how i do my hair. who loves my smile & my dorky
laugh & how i get hyper when i'm tired. who would
never want to see me cry; at least not tears of sadness.
and who would do those small things that ma
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I Have a guy that doesn't care about what i wear
or how i do my hair. who loves my smile & my dorky
laugh & how i get hyper when i'm tired. who would
never want to see me cry; at least not tears of sadness.
and who would do those small things that ma
--
I Have a guy that doesn't care about what i wear
or how i do my hair. who loves my smile & my dorky
laugh & how i get hyper when i'm tired. who would
never want to see me cry; at least not tears of sadness.
and who would do those small things that ma
--
I Have a guy that doesn't care about what i wear
or how i do my hair. who loves my smile & my dorky
laugh & how i get hyper when i'm tired. who would
never want to see me cry; at least not tears of sadness.
and who would do those small things that ma
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