Enough drama

I csnt make someone be able to see

What I see

Just like others point out in me

What they see

And tell me what they want me to be

But I’m me

And me had a good heart

And me will deal with a lot

Until my heart had been ripped apart

One too many times

I get sick

Of the inconsistent love

Between each time you split

And I stuck around

So many times you left me

And kicked me while I was down

You didn’t even want me around

But you did this one too many times

You’ve show no care to be more aware

I’m not your punching bag

Hag

But the way you treat me

Sometimes is stuck a drag

And I don’t have love for someone who won’t show love for me

I don’t expect you to be

Any better

Any more

There’s the door

You’ve been asking for

You want out

Then you got it

I don’t want to try with this one sided shit

While you sit

And put all blame on me

I can’t love someone who doesn’t see

What they do

But they expect you to

I’ll save myself

For the kind of people

Who treat me right

Without a fight

I loved you for a long time

And I have more patience than most people do

It takes a lot for me to give up

But all you do

Are the things that make me lose love for you

so if that’s what you want

Then that’s what you get

But remember this :

I used to miss your lovely kiss

But you made that feeling go away

Just like me

You shouldn’t treat people you love like shit

Cause eventually they’ll get sick of it

And you

Goodnight


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