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I used to love you
I used to care for you
Loosing you would have been devastating
Didn’t know how I could live without you
Didn’t think I could cope without you
Then;
Laughing like a bitch you walked out, you slammed the door
I sat back, laughed like a bitch you didn’t matter anymore
I really didn’t expect it
You really, really hurt me
The thought of you fucking somebody else
I really wanted to hurt you right back
I wanted to do the dirty on you
Then;
No vengeful feelings or reactions, trying to even up the score
It was clear by our inertia that we didn’t matter anymore
You made me feel worthless
You made me feel weak
You made me feel nothing at all
To you I meant nothing at all
Then;
Your infidelity discretions, how you acted like a whore
It was clear by your actions that I didn’t matter anymore
Maybe it was all just fake
Maybe I was just kidding myself
Maybe none of this ever mattered
Maybe I am not sure I ever really loved you
Then;
Your suicide, I didn’t copy, couldn’t deal with the blood and gore
It’s becoming crystal clear to me that nothing matters anymore
I used to care for you
Loosing you would have been devastating
Didn’t know how I could live without you
Didn’t think I could cope without you
Then;
Laughing like a bitch you walked out, you slammed the door
I sat back, laughed like a bitch you didn’t matter anymore
I really didn’t expect it
You really, really hurt me
The thought of you fucking somebody else
I really wanted to hurt you right back
I wanted to do the dirty on you
Then;
No vengeful feelings or reactions, trying to even up the score
It was clear by our inertia that we didn’t matter anymore
You made me feel worthless
You made me feel weak
You made me feel nothing at all
To you I meant nothing at all
Then;
Your infidelity discretions, how you acted like a whore
It was clear by your actions that I didn’t matter anymore
Maybe it was all just fake
Maybe I was just kidding myself
Maybe none of this ever mattered
Maybe I am not sure I ever really loved you
Then;
Your suicide, I didn’t copy, couldn’t deal with the blood and gore
It’s becoming crystal clear to me that nothing matters anymore
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