I sit here, things running through my head.
Thinking of what could have happened, what you could have said.
Im tired of the games, all your lies.
My heart has been broken too many times.
I have done everything I could for you.
I went through hell for you.
Why do I bother?
Why do I try?
All you have done is make me cry.
by,
Bri Martin (aka Raelita)
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