the story of an unlucky guy loving someone more than anybody (icluding himself)

standing on the bridge,
before the crack of dawn,
watching the cars pass by,
thinking of you as the time flies by.

why on earth do you do this,
only you know why,
we were meant to watch a movie,
i suggests american pie.

why did you put me through that,
all that really bad pain,
my heart ached so much,
please dont do it again.

my favourite colour is black,
your favourite is yellow,
why cant we sit down anymore,
and eat a pot of jellow.

ok iv asked you twice,
both times you said no,
maybe it will be tird time lucky,
only time will know.

The End

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