I'm done being your trophy
I'm bored with collecting dust on your shelf
You've created in me loathing
While you sit bragging about yourself

I'm done being your accessory
To enhance your lack of self esteem
To make your friends full of jealousy
To give your life some meaning

I'm done with late night calls to your ex
The teenage antics are killing me
This isn't a game or a test
Being with you was most unfulfilling

You're not with me for my brains
Isn't that what you said to them
Don't you know the real shame
Is you never even asked

Never wanted to know the real me
Thinking what you see is what you get
Perhaps you should peek in my diary
To see the secret life of your pet

But that's all done now
I've packed my things and gone
You'll wake up sometime tomorrow
and see I was serious, we are done
 
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