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Nov 2019
There isn’t a whole lot to say at this point
It’s not like you listen anyway
No matter how many tears I shed
It won’t change the fact
That my problems don’t matter to you

I can go so long
Without thinking a minute about you
And then something happens
And my mind slips
And you enter the scene

You shine so bright in my eyes
Even when I’m hating you
And every time, the tiniest things
Draw me back to you
And makes me believe again

But you always find a way
To turn me once again
Back to ignoring the fact that you even exist
Because you take all my happiness away
And make my life hell, even when heaven is your kingdom

It has come to the point
That I don’t feel like talking about this matter anymore
You’ve never listened to my problems
So why should I listen to them either
There just isn’t a whole lot to say at this point
Written by
R B M
90
   Bogdan Dragos and ---
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