I KNOW
YOU CANT HIDE YOUR SECRETS, THE PAIN,
OR THE CRYING YOURSELF TO SLEEP AT NIGHT.
ITS ALL BECAUSE OF HIM,
NOW AM I RIGHT?
WHY DO YOU GO THROUGH THIS,
ALL THE TORTUE AND PAIN?
Y0UR TEARS ARE NOW BECOMING
RIVERS OF RAIN.
I CAN SEE ALL THE PAIN
JUST BY LOOKING IN YOUR EYES.
YOU WANT IT TO STOP,
YOUR SO SICK OF HIS LIES.
BUT WHAT DO I SAY
TO SOMEONES WHO'S FOOLISH TO HEAR?
WHO WON'T GET OVER HIM?
SHE CANT FACE THAT FEAR.
BUT ITS TIME TO GIVE IN.
HES NO GOOD FOR YOU NOW.
JUST KNOW THAT I KNOW THIS
AND DONT QUESTION HOW.
SO LOOK AT HIM NOW,
FOR THE VERY LAST TIME.
GIVE HIM THIS IMAGE
TO KEEP IMPRINTED IN HIS MIND.
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sccutie2008posted on 05/09/2008
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