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And he lied...

How do you do it?

Just put yourself in that position?

Over and over again?

And still come up with excuse after excuse to justify your actions

Or should I say, his actions?

It amazes me how many footprints you have across your face.

And yet you lay down, and just let him keep walking.

And you tell me how things are different,

Every other week or so...

It's not good enough.

And you know it.

I just wish there was something more I could do.

Something more I could say.

I just wish I could help.

Because I sit here and it eats at me.

I can never say enough.

And I know it's not my place.

I know it's your life.

But at the same time, you come to me for a reason.

I will support you through everything.

You know that.

I've proven that.

But I really need a guide book now

Because there is nothing I can say that will make this right.

You're falling apart.

And as I try to help you pick yourself back up,

You turn around and go back to the same old pattern.

And I just bow my head and follow you

Hoping that one day, you'll keep walking.

I'll never give up.

I don't want you to worry about that.

I'll always be here.

But don't get mad at me for being honest.

This isn't right.

And you tell me that it's not every time we talk.

And yet, you're stuck.

Lost in love?

I guess I can try to understand that,

But then again, I'm cynical

And hardly the person to give advice on that subject.

I just wish that,

For once,

You words and your actions matched.

And if it was really meant to be,

That boy would fall in step

And be the person you know he can be

Instead of being the person he is getting away with being.

He knows that he has you trapped.

Wrapped around his pinkie.

(And honey, that should be the other way around.)

He's just basking in it,

He has won.

And with all your sacrifices

And all you've done

It will never be enough.

Because tomorrow will come,

And you'll see again

That you have more groveling to do.

And more **** to take.

And lose more and more of your pride,

Self-respect,

And independence

As each second passes.

But I'm here for you.

And I'll tell you everyday,

You are amazing.

And beautiful.

And one day,

You'll have everything you deserve.

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Sep 18, 2010
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