This Is It
Played into this, was anything ever felt that meant.
Betrayed since beginning, layed in ur tracks is how it went.
Spending these moments, were never spent, its meaningless.
Backwords, background, let's pretend, ill give u what u wish.
Pretending to be played, let's forget, I didn't c her much suspense.
Think I'm in the wrong wasn't. It, not guilty, no defense.
Victory, already spent, unowned, thought u knew, fine priint.
Contract broken, hope u was hopin, hope its quenched.
Gave you all of it, left me twisted but I had sense.
Thought u had it all not my all, not my all, this is it.
Copyright © Jessica Warren | Year Posted 2012
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