Cry me a river,
In fact,
Cry me two.
I am sick of hearing,
All about you.
You never once stopped
To ask about me.
While I sat and listened
To all your sob stories.
I love you,
But I need you to know.
I can't listen to you.
You are self-absorbed.
And I can't help you.
Even if I wanted to.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
Cry me a river,
In fact,
Cry me two.
I am sick of hearing,
All about you.
You never once stopped
To ask about me.
While I sat and listened
To all your sob stories.
I love you,
But I need you to know.
I can't listen to you.
You are self-absorbed.
And I can't help you.
Even if I wanted to.
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