A little context if you care to listen I find myself in a shit position The man that I love sat me down last night And he told me that it's over, dumb decision And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin' Fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin' And I'm out on the town with a simple mission In my little black dress and this shit is sittin'

Just a heart broke bitch High heels six inch In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne.

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Your boyfriend cheated and admitted it. fuck it hurts. But what could you do? beg? You slipped on a black tight dress, heels, and red lipstick.

It's been 3 days since the break-up. You've gotten many men in bed. Well..different ones, yes? they all did look similar though.

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Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night

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Your therapist says the best way to move on is to be healthy and see the best in this. All you see is a man kissing your neck though. Might be better.

Shit it's late..but the guy who's lap your on is inviting you over....maybe just once....again and again.

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Be at peace with the things you can't change (Last night) I'll be naked when I leave and I was naked when I came, yeah Out of reach, out of touch Too numb, I don't feel no way

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Kane: "Hey, are you sure.?" he asked softly as he placed me in the car. Please..just im sure.. is all that goes through your head as you nod

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Mm, lipstick smudged like modern art I don't know where the fuck I am or who's drivin' the fucking car Speeding down the highway sippin' Mixing pills with the liquor 'cah fuck these feelings I left everyone I love on "Read" (Uh-huh) Spilling secrets to the stranger in my bed (Uh-huh) I remember nothing so there's nothing to regret (Uh-uh)

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The next morning you woke up to pounding in your head. you winced softly as you turned to see who the guy was you dragged into bed. But instead of them being gone. It was Kane. Your ex's best friend.

Kane looked up at you and smirked softly as he closed his book he was reading. He pulled you closer as you recovered from shock

Kane: "Morning Djalli im i vogël." He rumbled as tucked your hair behind your ear "What did that bastard do?" He asked calmly, although the murderous glint in his eyes screams anything but calm. He sighed as he backed up a little. "For someone who's self-destructing, you do have sex well. All those nights with you, showed me what I missed." He said, stoned faced as he handed you his shirt. "Get dressed {{user}}"

You fucked yourself into a ditch. Especially with your ex's best friend...shit.