Time Is Up
You had your chance to be mine. You wasted the chance. You ran out of time. Now you're
sitting back regretting that, you made the decision to diss me. Jealousy. As he becomes
something you desire to be. Too late for sorry, too late for what if's. Too late to call
me to try and reminisce. Should of taken advantage of the opportunities I gave you. Deep
down you knew I'd always be true. Yet you compared me to, the ones who truly hurt you. And
now I'm through. Moved on with another. Your time is up. We cannot go further....
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