i spill my heart out to you.
and you don't say a thing.

you say "don't make me feel guilty"
and i just turn away.

i tell you everyting,
and you don't care.
all you care about is everything,
except me.

i'm not saying you should worship me,
i'm just saying that you should listen.

but i guess that listening,
listening to me at least,
is too much to ask.

so don't you go and say your sorry,
just because you read this poem,
just go and be with uourself,
and all your frends,
adn leave me all alone.

see what i care,
when you leave,
and give up all hope on me,
on us.

and i'll see what you care,
when you just jump back,
and walk away.

but that's the way life is,
right?

wrong

life is suppost to be good.
lige is suppost to be lived to the best,
and i have been.
i told you how i felt,
and i spilled my heart for you,
and you decided not to even listen.

don't email me when you read this,
saying your sorry,
because you won't.

your not going to read this,
and email me,
saying your sorry,
because you aren't.
 
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