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I Do Not

I thought that I loved you That you loved me back But love is an elution Minds greatest trick I tried so hard I swear that I did But I was on a losing streak No you just did not see all that We could have been You just saw all that I could give to you And you wanted for free But nothing in this world is free So you stole it all from me Using love as a cover up Trying to blind me from your greed But the blind fold you used had whole And I could see as well as anyone I could see the greed and I could see Your pockets filling with all my treasures But I turned the other cheek I did not listen to what others had to say But I knew all along you were just string me along I was hoping you would see See all that we could have been But my love was strong enough for you And all the things I did for you never amounted to anything But all things must end Although I said I would never leave My back is the last thing you will ever see of me again I cannot do it no more I cannot be your toy I’ve taken so much abuse from you Although you will never see it that way For a long time I thought I was to blame I thought I did something wrong That I was not good enough Yet none of that is true It is you blame should be placed upon It is you that did so many things wrong And it is you that is not good enough We could have stayed friends You and me All you had to do was tell me the truth Even though the truth can hut It can heal It is lies that are festering wounds that will never heal It is so simple To just speak the truth Yet you chose to not speak at all Leaving me to go mad with in my self And I thought you were a man But you’re nothing than a little boy Trying to walk in your fathers shoes So I ‘am done with you I will not crawl back I will not cry And most of all I do not love you

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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