Hurt Me
Thanks for caring,
Every word that comes from your mouth
Its a lie, that leaves a mark
a mark that hurts.
Telling lies is your best game
Leaving everyone hurt
Hurting everyone who loved/cared about you
I guess thats what makes you happy
Making other people hate you
Thinking your the best
When your not
You think its all a game
taking love and making it hate
Showing that you dont care
Taking more then what you want
Im not playing your game anymore
It hurts me more
I guess I didnt mean anything to you
Having fun taking peoples lives
Breaking them down
making them feel small
Making learn how to hate
Have fun while you hurt people
Taking more then
what you need is Nothing
Not love
Copyright © Andrea Trudeau | Year Posted 2011
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