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I’m not used to walking slow,
I’m used to men coming to go.
Great is moment though it doesn’t last,
Soon it’s another regret of the past.
Maybe in you I’ll make dreams reality,
And no longer be she who friends pity,
But wait, what was your name again?,
So sorry, I got lost in my words of gain.
If you know you’re going to let me down,
Don’t waste my time, just end this now.
