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i was thrown away like a hand grenade on one cold summers day..

never throught it would happen but the day came..

he pulled the lever to let me go forever.

i was a pebble in his shoe that through off his balance,

he was a dancer; a beautiful dancer he needs his balance.

i was too much of a challenge for him to handle

i was too much of a burden for him to handle ..

i was left with a fragment of passion until his soul caressed my stomach to throw up every feeling inside that i had of him..

puked it out so fast i almost died; 

cried for whatever it was worth i brought forth every instant truth of being..

always told the truth,

well for the most part..

you know how people are; little white lies

say things they dont really mean but really do i see right through you.

if you only knew what i did

oh what i did? yeah i did it.

you gave me up first.

i tried to reattach the torn wounds but little did i know you wanted to bleed withought me in the picture..

bleed on....

i will not try to fix the faucet fixture of your woundless heartless sleeve.

your gifted in a way you think everything is funny;

haha so funny now tell me, did you really love me?..

you always said you'd let me be a free bird and fly wherever the wind blew but quite the contrary...

you did the opposite.

you caged me in a prison cell i will forever be stuck in.

im NOTHING free like you thought i would be.

except for the love i give to you is free and nothing in return..

i feel the burn of the sun against my back and wings; it took an awkward turn 

the bird that i sang with flew a different route 

our melodies didnt sound in tune so now im falling out..

i cannot fly withought my singing bird around;

the wind you blew was so hard it tore my wings apart..