Dismissed.
Like a bug on the wall...
Blown off.
No matter of your heart, at all.
Done with.
Over and final
You got what you wanted, and that's all
Neglected.
And the fault is my own
Took your words for truth
When I really needed to stand by my sleuth.
I want to persist
For my feelings were true
But, you sliced right thou me
Hewed me in half.
I'm left to pay
For the severance given,
Unsure of the source of which it was driven
Twice the pain!
Number 2 in the line.
Thought this was different
But it was just another time.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 2:06 PM UTC
Dismissed.
Like a bug on the wall...
Blown off.
No matter of your heart, at all.
Done with.
Over and final
You got what you wanted, and that's all
Neglected.
And the fault is my own
Took your words for truth
When I really needed to stand by my sleuth.
I want to persist
For my feelings were true
But, you sliced right thou me
Hewed me in half.
I'm left to pay
For the severance given,
Unsure of the source of which it was driven
Twice the pain!
Number 2 in the line.
Thought this was different
But it was just another time.
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