You took it from my hand
Dragged it through the mud
All the while I was standing there
Vision blurred by tears
For a moment there I couldn't breathe
My small frail body hurting all over
Trust shattered
Despair
Pain
Yearning for your old self again
But you where nowhere to be found
Only a two faced liar stood there
She was there too
Playing mender
Smiling at you behind my back
You dropped it
You took out your
Put it on a silver platter
Walked right past my miserable numb body
And you gave it to her
You chose her...
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
You took it from my hand
Dragged it through the mud
All the while I was standing there
Vision blurred by tears
For a moment there I couldn't breathe
My small frail body hurting all over
Trust shattered
Despair
Pain
Yearning for your old self again
But you where nowhere to be found
Only a two faced liar stood there
She was there too
Playing mender
Smiling at you behind my back
You dropped it
You took out your
Put it on a silver platter
Walked right past my miserable numb body
And you gave it to her
You chose her...
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