I'm fed up of your lies,
And being your friend,
It's like you wnat me for,
The free stuff not,
For who I am inside.
You always say you can't come out.
When you go out with someone else.
I've had it now,
So goodbye and goodluck,
Caue you'll never see this face again.
written on 30th august 2010
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