Get ready the storm is coming.
All hell break loose, flooding
Been holding it inside anticipating
About time to let the waves crashing.
Hold on to whatever sanity left
It's better than having regret.
Let me through without any sense
Truth shall prevail, with the consequence
If I were her
I wouldn't wanna loose u either
I'd be enraged to find out
If u're seeing other
Did I get u in trouble?
How should I know that u'r with her
u're the one suggesting dinner
If only I were, one year earlier
by urside sooner
I wouldn't be the one
Who'd gotten over
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