I'm sick of trying
To be perfect,
I'm tired of crying,
Tired of feeling like a reject.
I'm through with you,
No more being confused,
No more feeling blue,
Done with being used.
We were never meant to be,
You broke my heart,
All you did was hurt me,
Now we're apart.
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