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Throughout the days I thought I was better

I believed I was over last years trouble

But why did I just go ahead and let her

Leave on my heart a little stubble

Too many times I have let her actions go

And I am sure I will let her go another hundred times

But all my emotions still seem to flow

When sense doesn't come out of my useless rhymes

She doesn't care, and I doubt another does

Why did I say she was my best friend

All I can say is I guess it was because

Friendship should never have an end

But that has proven itseld untrue

As also has the long held myth of unending joy

It seems that now ever single thing I do

Seems to be just a childish toy

Go ahead everyone and play with my life

I am your doll do what you wish

You can hand me all your strife

And not allow me to do my own swish

Don't you know how much you own me

How much you control my every move

At least I am on my way to being free

Your shadow on my life I will remove

At least I will not worry about what you do

Or how much you don't allow me to be me

I will not worry about every word you say untrue

But this must wait until I am free