You weren’t perfect but you made life worth it
Stick around, real feelings might surface
Stick around, real feelings might surface
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| — | Kanye West (Blame Game) |
Who’s the blame? You’re to blame? I’m to blame?
Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We’ve become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gon for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
