how unfair it can be
for me to think of you
and you not to think of me.
while i stick around
playing your sick and twisted game
you do nothing but laugh.
you feel no shame
im never to know what goes on in your head.
while you are smiling you could be wishing you were dead.
i tried to make you happy.
i stayed for the most that i could.
me putting in effort was never worth as much as it should.
i may not know a lot
but if there is one thing that I do
it's that while you are thinking of me,
i am no longer thinking of you.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
how unfair it can be
for me to think of you
and you not to think of me.
while i stick around
playing your sick and twisted game
you do nothing but laugh.
you feel no shame
im never to know what goes on in your head.
while you are smiling you could be wishing you were dead.
i tried to make you happy.
i stayed for the most that i could.
me putting in effort was never worth as much as it should.
i may not know a lot
but if there is one thing that I do
it's that while you are thinking of me,
i am no longer thinking of you.
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