Used To Be
I used to be your everything
Now I'm just your memory
Looking through the window staring down at me
Who I used to be wasn't original
I was basically typical
Nothing to look forward to
Just staring back at you
I used to be your everything
Now I'm just a mystery
Looking through the mirror staring at nothing
Wondering how I ended up like this
Wondering how you loved an abomination
Wondering why you broke the rope of us ,without making me into dust
You used to be my everything
Now your just a story
Looking at pictures of you and me
How could someone so perfect be malevolent
How could someone be so foolish
To let you in and what do you accomplish?
Reality, Misery, Sanity
Being happy...for once
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