Dont you tell me you care
And then see my pain as a fair
I am tired of people like you
People who tell they care
And give me nothing but a death stare
You think i dont get it
But i do and the sad part is
That i am still waiting for someone to care
Someone to be there
When all i need is assurance
But all that you have given me is abundance
Its not even your fault
Why am i blaming you?
For all the fantasies i created
I will always be hated

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