I think about you all the time,
but yet I am confused.
Cause every time you’re with your friends,
I feel I’m being used.
What the Hell is going on,
and why don’t you even care?
Why do you pretend to love me,
and strip my heart so bare?
I’m glad now that we ended it
and found out for sure.
I’m glad I’m not subject to this
heartache anymore.

 
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