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Boy...

So you wrote a poem about me the other day
but you're blaming me for making you feel that way.
Telling people that you've been played
and now youre looking for that blade.

You said I cut you deep,
and stabbed you in the back.
How the fuck could you say that
when you're  the one who was making me mad.

You used to tell me i was your world,
and you told everyone i was your girl.
You gave me your word that there was nobody else,
Yet you went to a party and kissed and fucked every girl with a pulse.

Then I left, now you're reminiscing
You blaming me for leaving,
yet you were the one who was cheating?
Damn, stop being a little boy and start acting like a man.
None of this would've happened if you just kept your dick in your pants.






Written by TheSchizophrenic (TheSchizophrenicBijou)
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