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Every waking moment spent on thinking how I can make her happy
When all she did was cheat on me
I believed in how you could change me
I was wrong
Wrong about everything
Wrong about how i can trust you
Wrong about me trusting anyone
Wrong about most importantly
Wrong about my love in you
My love for everything is obscured with the pain you caused
The very same love that made you fall asleep in my very arms
The very arms that hugged away all of your fears
Now empty
Empty of love
Empty of warmth
Empty of all feelings
Void of the very hing that got me up every dreary morning
All the days of contemplating suicide
Seem to be wasted when I think of you
You fucked me over in so many ways
I don't understand any of the things that I used to love
Love is something but a burden on my shoulders
Love is dead to me...
When all she did was cheat on me
I believed in how you could change me
I was wrong
Wrong about everything
Wrong about how i can trust you
Wrong about me trusting anyone
Wrong about most importantly
Wrong about my love in you
My love for everything is obscured with the pain you caused
The very same love that made you fall asleep in my very arms
The very arms that hugged away all of your fears
Now empty
Empty of love
Empty of warmth
Empty of all feelings
Void of the very hing that got me up every dreary morning
All the days of contemplating suicide
Seem to be wasted when I think of you
You fucked me over in so many ways
I don't understand any of the things that I used to love
Love is something but a burden on my shoulders
Love is dead to me...
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