I have cried until my eyes burn.
I am hurt and feel cold inside.
What you have done to me, will soon be your turn.
What goes around comes around.
Won’t listen to me, will you ever learn?
I feel weak, and my heart makes no sound.
Men, Boys, I begin to hate.
I have to stop dating for my own sake.
If not I fear I will crumble like an earthquake.
Will I…Will I?
I think I am meant to be alone.
I want to stop now cause it’s a sad song.
I despite the idea that every peice I had to give...
Are now ashes, which are burned.
It took all this..just for you to be concerned?
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