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Disposable Not Recyclable

I know what I am to you …
I’m one of those chicks that doesn’t deserve a name,
That’s what you said about a girl when I asked.
I know what I am to you …
I’m one of your disposable chicks,
But I’m not recycling myself for you either.
I know what I am to you …
Something to cure you boredom,
But you got bored with me anyway.
I know what I am to you …
A message back when you text me,
Not that you care about what it says.

I’m one of those chicks you tell the current one about,
And they’ll be your story for the next.

I’m one of those chicks you say you’re ashamed of,
You weren’t ashamed when we were hanging out.

I was never anything to you was I?
Did you care how much you were to me?
I wasn’t even enough for you to care about my feelings,
Even though they were all about you.

Stop sending me messages saying it’s been too long xoxo,
Send me ones that say the truth – you don’t like me.

I’ve spent waaay too long on you,
And I’ve had enough.
You’re not worth my emotions and my happiness.

But it’s gonna start over again,
I know how the story goes.
You’ll text me being all friendly and interested,
I’ll say we should hang out and won’t hear back.
Then I’ll get angry at you,
Get another text and like you.

I know how it works,
But I always think of excuses for you.
Then I get upset,
When I know they’re not true.

I spend so much of the days thinking about you,
Everyday, every week.
How many times have I got over you?
But I always end up crossing back.

Ok I did stuff up a few times,
But that was only because I’d fallen for you.
They say you go crazy when people do.
But that never happened with you,
That dosn't worry me, just don't pretend you wanna be my friend.

Man it hurts.
We had some awesome times together.
I think you're an amazing person.
As much as I wish we still hung out,
I don't want you to keep me dangling.

You seemed like you were having such a good time together,
But I guess you do that with every girl so losing one dosn't care.

I guess you did really mean it when you said -
Hands will heal but friends don't come back that easy.
But then why do you keep acting friendly?

Remember I’m disposable to you,
I’m not recyclable, I’m not coming back.

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