The new day brings a new headache.
Making myself forget the past has been a redundant chore.
Severing ties with those that have no part in my life is the highest priority.
Going back to helping myself,
instead of others.
Yeah, it’s the selfish thing to do.
So.
I was better that way.
I've bent over backwards for people
who take advantage or exploit the help.
You mistake my kindness for weakness.
You lose.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 1:14 PM UTC
The new day brings a new headache.
Making myself forget the past has been a redundant chore.
Severing ties with those that have no part in my life is the highest priority.
Going back to helping myself,
instead of others.
Yeah, it’s the selfish thing to do.
So.
I was better that way.
I've bent over backwards for people
who take advantage or exploit the help.
You mistake my kindness for weakness.
You lose.
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