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You came and you saw

and you told me of your pain

i just couldn't take it anymore

so i had to let you go

you see I to feel pain

but when I let you go

you turned it all around

you called me a backstabber and a coward

such things which i am not

i try to move on

to get you out of my life

your thoughts pouring out your like an open book

haunting me never letting go

as you call me this i can't help but think i was right

but why do you hate me so

am i a backstabber

how about a coward

no i won't accept this

because a backstabber and a coward

are two things for which i am not