3,2,1

The countdown began.

I walked away from you, stranger,

and walked toward my people.

Because they’re the ones I love.

I don’t need your whiskey lips on mine.

I don’t need you to tell me I’m the most beautiful girl in the room.

‘Cause you’re not the one I came to celebrate tonight.

 

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