Neglected
Alone and dead
Stabbed in the heart, stomach and head.
Sick of being Screwed over
Tired of being the one left for dead.
It is never me or so is said
They just like to screw with my head
Tired of crying myself to sleep
Tired of being the one to weep
I just can’t see it not being me
Living with me must be like agony
Because it always winds up the same
They must get tired of me cause I am just a flame
The one to forgive to easily
And the one to always get stomped you see
I guess we all must accept our place
We all can’t be happy
It is what it is =( !!!!
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