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Stuck

You sat on that pedestal,
Up high above,
Looking down on I, your humble servant,
Here to follow your orders.

You taught me much about love,
I was fascinated by your knowledge,
Only to find out,
They were all lies that you polished.

I thought I could trust you,
That you'd always be there,
Only to know you've corrupted my mind,
I guess you succeeded over time.

You were like a King, an Emperor,
I had put u above all others,
When I asked for the truth,
All you did was stutter.

Why did you make me leave?
You couldn't answer,
You're no good as far as I can see.

You were suppose to be here,
To love me for life,
For all your wrong doings I could've stabbed you with a knife.

But I can't, why?
I don't know if I'll find another,
I can't, why?
I'm holding on cause I still consider you my lover...
Written by Jamela
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