Future Ex

Dear My Future Ex,


I'm tired of all the lying and the cheating,

Our alliance suffers from treason,


Whenever we talk, we're fire breathing,

Only time we aren't fighting, is when we're eating,


So face the facts, this can't last,

Can't take it back, so raise a glass,


And face the facts, It's time we've moved pass,

Before we crash, let's face the facts.



Your Future Ex


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