Sometimes it hurts when
I think about how
You used to pretend
To be my friend...
You even pretended to be my lover...
Let me pour into you
When I could have poured into another.
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I think about
How you let me do so much...
Paying me off
With...
Playing with my heart with...
Leading me on
With the "gift" of your touch...
All the "love" you had for me
Was just lust
Held it over my head
Had to earn all the "trust"
Steady feeding your soul
But all I ever got was crust...
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I think of your face
While I'm making my coffee...
No, I don't miss your text
Hollow words, they just haunt me.
The fake ass love
You gave me
Hurts
And it taunts me...
You called me
"Your person" out loud
Just to flaunt me...
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I am not your "Naito"
That shit means "Knight", you know?
Treated like shit,
Not a guardian
I felt so low.
Right?
You know?
No...you don't know.
I won't say it...
You know what you did
One day karma will pay it...
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I can't live life bitter
And angry.
And standoffish.
I can't keep on bleeding
I really need to get off this...
I'll grow a new heart,
My older one?
I tossed it...
No, I can't repair it
I've simply lost it...
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I wonder.
I wonder.
How do you sleep?
Knowing
The damage you did
Runs so deep?
How can you go day to day
And not say:
"I am sorry I hurt you, and did you that way..."
How do you?