Treasure Island

Nichole Pettit

(January 20,1990 / New Jersey)

Hope Your Happy


I can't
I won't
Believe You

You've used that so many times
And I can't take it anymore

My trust
My heart
My soul
Are widdling away

Everyday you lie to me more
And I can't believe
You would think
That I would stay
Just because I trusted you
So many times before

I hope your happy
And they'll never find out
Because when and if
They do
They'll doubt you
More than I ever had

I hope its worth it to you
To lose me

Hope you happy
Because I will be

Don't forget to leave your key
Your things will be waiting
At the door

Believe you
Trust you
Keep you
Never

Believe me
Trust me
Remember me
Because I will be happy

Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 03, 2011

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