Sorry you don't like me
Sorry you don't like me
But I'm not interested in what you think you mean.
You're not the Goddess.
You are no God.
You like to think that I should bow.
But I doubt you know me.
I doubt you know anything.
Fact of the matter,
I know you don't.
Fact of the matter,
I want you gone.
In all of my years I've not cared less for one person.
Get the hell away.
I am so done.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
Sorry you don't like me
Sorry you don't like me
But I'm not interested in what you think you mean.
You're not the Goddess.
You are no God.
You like to think that I should bow.
But I doubt you know me.
I doubt you know anything.
Fact of the matter,
I know you don't.
Fact of the matter,
I want you gone.
In all of my years I've not cared less for one person.
Get the hell away.
I am so done.
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