Six Degrees of Separation.

by Ofi Zukhrufia

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

Oh, no there’s no starting over,
Without finding closure, you’d take them back,
No hesitation,
That’s when you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation

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