i knew it from
the start that all
you would do is
leave me with
a lot of memoris
and a brokin hart
when i should have
known you would
play with my hart
this is how you left me
its my falt for falling for you
i thought you were different but
your just like the rest WORTHLESS
you wastid my time with your love
and careness the only thing i have
left of you is a BROKIN HART \3
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