You never notice me,
Im invisible;
Blear to your mind,
You care of no one
But yourself.

Im tired of you bullshit,
And how im taken
advantage of,
You only call me when
you need me.
But it wont happen anymore.

Its over-
We're through,
I have had enough of you
And your baggage that you carry
Around.

You probably dont realize
That something is going to happen
To you,
That thee might not like.
For, Im tried of greiving
over the loss.

Be prepared-
It's my time to gloss.
 
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