You did it for the last time,
I let you tear me apart,
I helped you in times of need,
And you stomped on my heart,
You chose not to answer,
The calls of good news,
Which lead the the demise,
Of anything between me and you,
I don't see why you couldn't tell me,
Just beat around the bush,
You knew what you were doing,
You might as well of given me the push,
For twenty stories high,
And standing on the ledge,
In my mind I was one push away,
From never waking up again,
You can never see what you do to me,
Or ever feel the pain I feel,
Sometimes I wish it couldn't get this bad,
Cause this pain is so unreal,
So watch what you say to me,
And all those actions you take,
Because I'm one push from going over,
That will be the last mistake.
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