Here we are yet again.
Face to face,
Thinking that we've got nothing to lose.
Trying to put effort in again.
But I was betrayed
Within the first five minutes.
Yes I saw it all.
I saw what you'd said,
What you'd done.
How do I still miss you?
How do I still want what we had back?
That's right,
Because I didn't care
About what you said.
I cared about you.
And I still do.
But I simply can't relive that pain again.
Knowing that all I said to you,
It would be said to others.
Nobody really cares about me.
Not me,
Nor my feelings.
It's all about them.
It's all about their feelings.
Not mine.
So if that changes,
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
I'll reconsider everything.
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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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