Rich Who Poem by Gemma Stevens

I hate u i really do how can u be so cold but never get the flew
Al i wanted was your forgiveness but you carryed on like it was nun of you bisness
I once trusted you but what did you do threw it back in my face left me with out a trace
It hurts to say good bye i might even cry
But i no its for the best even though once i swar you were better than the rest
Now i no diffrent i never new you and i ask my self Rich who