I always hear
The nicest anecdotes
Of you on the daily
And it's tearing me
Limb from limb
I hate hearing
How happy you are
How much
You've changed
Because all I got
Was your worse side
You dragged me
Through hell
And back
And then
Left me
To die
You had the audacity
To ask me
"Do you
Still love me?"
And still remember
All the times
You said it to me
Get out of
My head
For good
Leave the thoughts
That run too fast
And ruin
My steady-going day
You were a liar
And a thief
And I'll never forgive you
For the things you done.
He's changed?
No he hasn't.
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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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