You thought you made me feel good,
But you were only a tool.
Thought I was in love with you,
But I’m not such a fool.
You left me in loneliness saying all it was, is over,
That you and I could not make it,
It’s time to get it over.
Though not in love, we still could be friends,
But you showed your shitty colors and got the fuck away.
I was always honest, but that didn’t seem to suit you,
Honesty in relations? Not for an idiot like you.
Truth may sound bitter, but is better than the lies,
Lies did seem to make you happy,
Damn you! The lies make you happy?!
You were in love with me? How come that to be true?
You left me all on my own when I most needed you.
Betrayal is what you did, you dim-witted princess,
You never knew what love was though claimed it in your thesis.
Get real, bitch! This ain’t no fairy tale,
True love hurts , was it supposed to be easy anyway?!
It seems to me I was in love, I truly was a fool,
You played your game real nice,
I was a doll for you.
Fuck you! Wherever you are.
Though I may care for you still,
You left nothing, but pain with me.
Ruin is all you were,
Burn in the depths of hell!
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