The things they misunderstood

They told me to leave,

they told me to die,

they told me the hate me,

i sat home and cried.

They all turned away,

like it was some sick game,

they left me all lonely,

I will never be the same.

They ran away from me,

when they lost interest in one,

I guess I'm not good enough,

look... The other girls won.

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