I am the used,
I'm the unwanted.
From my pride alone,
Again I am taunted.

Cursed and inraged,
From things you have done.
Happiness in me,
Again has been shunned.

This criss-crossed romance
From your heart to mine,
Between love and hate,
You draw a thin line.

Your scent became smokey,
Your smile is blurred.
For my sick mind,
There must be a cure;
To block you from memory,
To not see your eyes.
So I can move on,
And forget all your lies.
 
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