Used and abused.
Broken and scarred.
Battered and bashed.
Remains of your,
deceit and lies,
from behind my back.
I'm sick of it,
done with that.
I'm moving on,
and not turning round;
Not again.
I gave you your chances
but u keep goin back.
I tried to work,
this whole mess out.
But now I see.
It's clear to me.
You want him,
or him.
But whoever it may be
I can see,
That its clearly not me.
but u keep pretending
that u want me
im done with your lies
im done with you
i thought we could work this out
but as ive had time
to think about it
its not worth it
not worth my time
ill get through this
and in the end you'll
be the one regreting it.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
Used and abused.
Broken and scarred.
Battered and bashed.
Remains of your,
deceit and lies,
from behind my back.
I'm sick of it,
done with that.
I'm moving on,
and not turning round;
Not again.
I gave you your chances
but u keep goin back.
I tried to work,
this whole mess out.
But now I see.
It's clear to me.
You want him,
or him.
But whoever it may be
I can see,
That its clearly not me.
but u keep pretending
that u want me
im done with your lies
im done with you
i thought we could work this out
but as ive had time
to think about it
its not worth it
not worth my time
ill get through this
and in the end you'll
be the one regreting it.
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