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Aren't you sick of this game? Every few weeks, another one Playing us like we're toys Broken, bored, next 'I'm thinking of you' he says What ******** if you want The attention you deserve You shouldn't spread yourself out Neither should you constantly Switch, change, move It's stupid and frankly, You're an fboy in my book Because of you, my walls are Up, thank you so very much And it's not even me you're asking for You're asking for my opinion On my friend, who does that? You, that's who. Instead of entertaining your Conversations, I'm switching it up Don't come back unless you want To talk to me for me, and not my opinion
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
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Aren't you sick of this game? Every few weeks, another one Playing us like we're toys Broken, bored, next 'I'm thinking of you' he says What ******** if you want The attention you deserve You shouldn't spread yourself out Neither should you constantly Switch, change, move It's stupid and frankly, You're an fboy in my book Because of you, my walls are Up, thank you so very much And it's not even me you're asking for You're asking for my opinion On my friend, who does that? You, that's who. Instead of entertaining your Conversations, I'm switching it up Don't come back unless you want To talk to me for me, and not my opinion
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
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