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It stings to sit at a table with you and know you are trying to pull my friends away It stings to sit 3 feet away from you and no one at the table is going to acknowledge me It stings to think that you had my heart and you threw it away for someone who dumped you after a week It stings to look back on us and our good times and realize I wasn't happy It stings to know you still have a pull on my life and I don't want you anywhere near me anymore It stings so much and you're still putting lemon in the hole you put in my back when you stabbed me
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
It Stings
It stings to sit at a table with you and know you are trying to pull my friends away It stings to sit 3 feet away from you and no one at the table is going to acknowledge me It stings to think that you had my heart and you threw it away for someone who dumped you after a week It stings to look back on us and our good times and realize I wasn't happy It stings to know you still have a pull on my life and I don't want you anywhere near me anymore It stings so much and you're still putting lemon in the hole you put in my back when you stabbed me
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
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