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I am tired of being bullied, by the person I used to love,
emotionally I am drained, barely find enough of me to be proud of,
it hurts to know I must listen, even when I wish I did not hear,
that you are much happier without me, forgetting is soon to appear.
It is not you that I miss anymore, it is me when I was happy,
the way I walk around now, with no warmth, constantly feeling crappy,
and the problem is not, that love is above all else,
it is that you never loved me, and like a book I was put back on your shelf.
You are not the number two, on my speed dial I fell in love with,
everyone else has moved up, sad to say you are not even my fifth,
I did not wish to see you, on the 30th of last or the 14th of this,
never again will I let you, reel me in and touch these lips.
For you were someone to share, which means you were not unique,
it means nothing was ever there, I was nothing more than your antique,
you played me like Nascar, since you always left,
who do I call, when there has been a love theft.
I hope you soon realize, you were not just some girl to me,
you were the girl, on that I will always agree,
but what we had is dead, so take down all the pictures,
the memories of what has conspired is too much, in my mind it is a fixture.
Yet still to this day, no other girl will go ahead of you,
until I find the woman I need, that will continue to be true,
now I know enough choices, but not which to pick,
I called the witch doctor, and he declared me heartsick.
I would rather walk home crying, because I could not talk to you,
it is much better than crying, because we talked and all we did was argue,
I am tired of being sad, not for one but for the both of us,
it is hard to want to be friends, when you have destroyed any trust.
Just in case you would like to know, I do not know how to deal with this pain,
never before have I loved someone as much as you, and never has it left me so insane,
who was I, where have I been,
I would say you I do not regret, but to lie is to sin.
Just in case you need to know, I had to lie about that girl, it is true,
for how else can I convince myself, to ever get over you,
I may have lied to you before, but now there are no more excuses,
the tale that was recently told, was as big as the hurt it produces.