You fooled me. I thought we could have been something, but once again I now know that I mean nothing.
Yet, for some fucking reason... here I am... waiting for you to pick me up, to hold my hand... to kiss me with those lips that have lied so many times.
I trusted you, but all I have to show for it are the cuts on my wrist that you left behind and the simple fact that you'll never be mine.
I hope you're feeling just fine, cause this may be goodbye. I'm sure you don't want to hear me whine.
Don't worry, I will be alright.
Just please remember you're reason number two.
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Michele Hastings
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