you often asked me the same questions
over and over.
on friday nights,
why don’t you go out?
are you afraid to get high?
“you’re too boring for me.”
i thought if i became what you wanted,
you would love me again
4 shots and a blunt later,
you had the nerve to tell me
that i had changed
and you didn’t want to be with a girl
who only cared about going out.
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