crying over spaghetti on a Tuesday night
hating myself cause i couldn’t fight.
gave myself millions of chances
but I never got it right.
I replay the moment i met you
over and over in my head.
still there’s a flicker of hope
that we could still be friends.
I ran away faster
than the mascara from a girl's eyes,
I blindly trusted someone
and they made me want to take my life.
I hate Tuesday nights.

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