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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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I hope you understand Why I feel this way I really do not care Because you have to anyway.. It was you who was wrong And I who was right It seems you had a longing And I was in the wrong place At the right damn time... So here I am again To fill your head with lies Just as you do easily did for me Now you have broken those lovely times I hope you look back on those years And see that you were nothing to me Can you believe that? Can you even imagine? Is it so hard for you to comprehend? You were just another number for me as well A notch upon my bed post You thought you'd gotten the best of me But you've never gotten me down You thought you had it right But it's so much fun for me when things don't go your way Imagine that we were thinking the same all along Do you really think that I give a damn? That you were hurt and lonely? Please Don't delude yourself and crown your Highness King For we both know damn good and well That it didn't mean a thing... raw || truth |