You said I love you,
But I know the truth,
All you want to do is use me.
You still think I care about you,
But to be honest its to late.
Cause when you walk into my room,
What you will see is a picture of you and me in my hands.
Lying there with a blank stare at the wall,
You say something but theres no reply.
Then you notice laying on the bed is a note,
Addressed to you.
You open it up,
And began to read.......
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