I am done playing the second fiddle
I am done dancing to your boring tunes
Coz you know what,I am done being your victim
I mean I have had enough
I am done being a second choice
The one you seek when you run outta choices
Oooh I am so done playing the fool
No longer will I let you wipe your soiled feet on me
Because I am done being what you had me become
I am sooo done
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Tales Of The Heart
PoetryStories of a broken heart and a lost soul that is still pushing to move on and find a life ,in poetry form. Memories still stuck in the mind yet the pain so deep to bear. Struggles too many to withstand but with time it gets better.
