you
You come to me when times are bad You remember me when you are sad You throw me aside when you feel good I hate you for that, hope that's understood
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Bakr
Would the old me like the me I have become? I wonder if he would have been my friend Would he see me, then turn around and run? Knowing that me is how he would be in the end
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