You hated me,
You left,
Scared,
And pathetic,
But dejected,
To far away,
To hurt me anymore.
I think I liked you better that way.
I thought,
You might be dead,
I should,
Have been,
Upset.
Maybe we have,
Nothing left to say,
Maybe you were dead,
I think I liked you better that way.
When we met,
So young,
You were,
Sweet,
And stupid,
But strong,
We talked every day,
You were such a little punk,
I think I liked you better that way.
When I met you,
I was helpless,
I was stupid,
Broken,
Afraid,
I needed you,
And you lead me astray,
I am so much better now,
But I think you liked me better that way.
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