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I'm sick of being told what to do I'm sick of being told how to act I’m not to blame Your woes are not my fault The weight is not on my shoulders And yet, I carry it. I don’t understand why you do this I care so much You’re throwing away everything It’s your life, You’re a loser- I would tell you, but you it’s too painfully true I can’t hurt you I won’t Let myself But you, you hurt me knife after knife straight to the heart At the flip of a hat I, I would drop the world. You could whisper my name -no matter the distance- I would hear. I shout your name and you, you run. You live your trash can life I stand by and watch I can hear the loneliness in your voice, see it in your smile. Yet, I’m here. Waiting, always. You don’t have to hide or throw yourself away YOU deserve better, but so do I. I won’t take it anymore, I cant. I’m done turning the other cheek Masochism isn’t my ****** no matter how many punches you throw no matter how many punches I take I’ll never enjoy it. I’ll cry for you. I’ll cry for me. I cry for us. I may never forgive I will never forget but I will always love you to the moon and back.
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Trash Can Life
I'm sick of being told what to do I'm sick of being told how to act I’m not to blame Your woes are not my fault The weight is not on my shoulders And yet, I carry it. I don’t understand why you do this I care so much You’re throwing away everything It’s your life, You’re a loser- I would tell you, but you it’s too painfully true I can’t hurt you I won’t Let myself But you, you hurt me knife after knife straight to the heart At the flip of a hat I, I would drop the world. You could whisper my name -no matter the distance- I would hear. I shout your name and you, you run. You live your trash can life I stand by and watch I can hear the loneliness in your voice, see it in your smile. Yet, I’m here. Waiting, always. You don’t have to hide or throw yourself away YOU deserve better, but so do I. I won’t take it anymore, I cant. I’m done turning the other cheek Masochism isn’t my ****** no matter how many punches you throw no matter how many punches I take I’ll never enjoy it. I’ll cry for you. I’ll cry for me. I cry for us. I may never forgive I will never forget but I will always love you to the moon and back.
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doorsofgold
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
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