United States
38° 6' 14.7708" N, 90° 33' 48.9924" W

You flirt, you hurt, it seems like you are gonna dessert

Me your friend

I thought that this was going to last till the end

I know it must have been all in my head

But what happen to when you said you liked me

And what happen to when you said “I’m beautiful =

I know I should’ve spotted the chance to get away

I’ve said half of what I’ve wanted to say

You said that you wanted to start over

You never said where it was leading to

I asked you time and time again

But it never occurred to you to stop and say

How you felt or anything in the sort

I cried for days, maybe weeks

Just not knowing hurt my fragile heart

I’m tired of being sad

I’m tired of being mad

I’m tired of crying every night over you

And finally I’m through


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