How could you
What am I to you?
Am I a toy an object
Is that what you think of me
Is that what I am?
Telling me lies saying you love me.
Leaving me for them?
Am I really what you wanted
What about the gifts
I sit here and poor my heart out
But what happens to it
Defines me
My past
And how much you hurt me
And I could never forgive you
I loved you.
But I guess you keep
Your options open..
But at the end of the day you don’t come and check on me
it’s fine I’ll smile away the pain
I guess my problems have nothing to do with you
I don’t have to hide who I am
Who you made me hide
From… myself
But I guess you couldn’t see the things I have done for you
The mistakes that I still bare
You moved on like no other
But you stay saying
You miss me
I’m everything
But you could never get it could you?
I try over and over, to let you in because I was still
In a different mind set
You let me drowned
Deep in the middle
Couldn’t breath
See
Hear
What about my heart that still bleeds out
You never checked on me!
To see if I was okay
What’s this feeling?
Is it love or lust
Or maybe attention.
What about them---
You said ride or die?
Right.
The same thing,
What about them
You feel the same about them
To her.
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