The sound of scraping metal fills our ears,
Screeching as the car skids to a stop,
The front half wrapped around a tree,
Shit,
I think we may have crashed.
I watch you climb out of the wreck,
Grab hold of one of your friends,
And walk away,
Leaving me there to struggle,
Unable to free myself.
The sound of dishes breaking echoes,
Our loud shouts fill the air,
Insults are traded like money,
And fuck,
I think this relationship is over.
I stare as you storm out the door,
Listening as it slams behind you,
You go to stay at a friends house,
Again,
Leaving me stuck in this mess.














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LAYTOOOOOOONNN! You can't have Sophia! She belongs to me! - Anton
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