I’m not here, I’m not dead
I’m not going to listen to a thing you said
I am bold, I am beautiful
Had trusted the things you said.
What when wrong, wasn’t quite right.
Feeling sold, done outright.
Patience was lost, you oughta know
Can’t believe it, but its true.
Cant believe your persuasion worked
Cause now you’ve become a jerk
Like I thought and feared the worse
It came true just what I thought
Hurt for a moment like a needle from and nurse
So glad to never had fallen for you
And never have to worry about being blue
But you dug yourself such an unholy grave
And now theres nothing more to say.
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