When I think of all the times I screwed up
And the places I shouldn’t of been. And the
Hell I brought onto myself. I wonder if I hadn’t
Did all those things, would he of known it.
Would he of even cared, or did he ever care
For me any ways. He probably thought I was a slut,
“I know I can get laid”, he thought. But when I said no,
I wasn’t good enough any more.
And again I am left to feel easy, and used.
Just another possession that wasn’t useful anymore.
And I cry alone, once again………………………

 
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