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My Hero.

Mood Swings.
That's what you're made of.
Mood swings and lies.
That's the only thing you're good for.

You keep playing your game.
By the end of this quarter you'll lose your fame.

Funny thing is,
You used to be my hero.
Now when I think of you,
You're just a zero.

Ruin your life,
You're ruining mine too.
I hope that's enough to satisfy you.
Because I know you're not aware of just you've put me through.

Took away my youth.
I've been forced to grow up too fast.
I don't know where I'll end up.

But I hope you've satisfied yourself,
You have let down everyone else.
To say the least;
I've got too much emotion built up for one shelf.

You think you're going crazy,
Well you have made me insane.
You've become a monster,
All I'm sure of is your name.

You've lost too much,
And there's too much left to gain.
You could never rekindle what you have broken.
The seal has been lost,
And our hearts are aching.

At least you're happy,
That's what I keep telling myself.
But are you truly happy?
That's my major doubt.

Take a look at what you've done, mother.
So unrecognizable,
Even to yourself.
Becoming the one person you told me all about.
"Don't ever become a liar, a thief, a cheater."
But take a look at your life,
That's all you have become.

A dreadful person,
To even yourself.
Take a look at the person you've aspired to be,
Is it worth it mom?
Losing me?

For someone who will chew you up,
And spit you out?
Tell me who is worth more to care about.

Resentful of my own blood,
I never thought I'd feel so betrayed,
So truly heartbroken.

The things I've been through,
I'll never forget.
I'll never stop pointing my finger,
For all that you did.

Choose a worthless man,
With no ambitions or hope,
Over the children you birthed,
Such an unnatural behavior.
Especially, from the woman I once loved.

Can I say the same still,
About you now?
Well I've told you how I feel,
Now I'll tell you how I've dealt.

I've dealt with this betrayal,
This pure abandonment,
Hanging on to pure hope that you are still an amazing woman.

From a heart that once was pure,
To turn to what you've made it,
I'm not sure I can truly believe it.

Tell me what you're good for,
Other than deceit,
My list seems to be running so short,
Compared to what it used to be.

I don't know why you changed,
That's clearly beyond me.
I just miss the person,
You used to be.

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