Kruits

Joker

Are you proud? You got what you wanted. You got me to trust you. You got me to let you in. You said "I love you" and I was so naive I believed you. All the lies. You smiled so big when I was around. Turns out you saw her instead of me. When we kissed you tasted her lips. Jokes on you though. I was thinking of him.



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