You think
‘cause I live in
A pretty house I don’t
feel pain and haven’t felt things that
leave scars?
There’s more
than my happy
smile that meets your eye.
Been told “I wish I aborted you”,
seen her
convulse
on the kitchen
floor. Caught her with men, caught
her with women, and watched her walk away
without
regrets.
I’ve been lied to,
manipulated, and
abandoned. So don’t cry to me and
tell me
you wish
you had my life.
You don’t know me. I’m not
exempt.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
You think
‘cause I live in
A pretty house I don’t
feel pain and haven’t felt things that
leave scars?
There’s more
than my happy
smile that meets your eye.
Been told “I wish I aborted you”,
seen her
convulse
on the kitchen
floor. Caught her with men, caught
her with women, and watched her walk away
without
regrets.
I’ve been lied to,
manipulated, and
abandoned. So don’t cry to me and
tell me
you wish
you had my life.
You don’t know me. I’m not
exempt.
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