You’ll be fine after some angry poetry
Perhaps a few drinks with friends, same ones treating you like a third wheel
I don’t give a fuck because once it’s over your won’t exist to me, vice versa.
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You don’t care either, said it in so many ways
My favorite is rolling your eyes after saying how I’ve changed
Taught me potential is great but not worth investing in
Cognitive sewage running in my bed, told I’m the shitty one.
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Thought we weren’t playing games
She asked who’s playing?
Bullshit everywhere we were once happily connected
Told I should fold, then, wipe my ass with one ply paper.
