Having conversations with God about how I don’t wanna go to Hell
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the days I had Michelle
Back before Nadia, Althea and Katie
Back before everyone who knew me hated me
Nowadays it just seems like I’d be better or dead
I mean what are you supposed do when all you have is a bottle of sweet red
Drinking every night to numb all the stress and pain
If only I had the ones I loved the most to keep me sane
“Goodbye” but what if I really need you
What if I can’t let go, what if I don’t want someone new
You were the first girl I loved more than myself
The first girl I just wanted to help love herself


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