‍re6ce
4am
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I don't even know who the fuck I am anymore
I read that text, 4 a.m., and my phone hit the floor
You messaged me recently saying you like all my music
And how you're so proud of me, like, "How do you do this?"
You never showed an interest before, so surely you're not on your bullshit
Or at least so I thought

So we called for two hours, showed you all my songs
It went good and not sour, I assumed something's wrong
Won't you just tell me what the problem is? Tell me all your issues
Saying that its mе, I'm guaranteeing that its just you
I was doing fine before you camе into my life
Now you fucked it all up with them "You up?" texts at night

But I've been here before and now it's 4 a.m
I'm staring at my wall and just laying in bed
Wishing I was dead 'cause everything you said
It stays inside my head