She gave him her heart....
But he used her, and ripped it apart.
With his ego, his words were so sharp.
His narcissistic life style showed her what he was really like.
And that became his obsession in art, another deadly strike.
But she stood around taking his bites.
And one day she realized that love is her fight.
That he didn't have what she wanted, so she decided to do what was right.
Her reasons were unclear because he told her he loved her, then chatted with many girls that night.
He showed other women attention, but I know he is playing...
The same games he played with me, but in his life I am still staying.
Because I can't be alone,
I'm to broken for anyone to be repairing.
My laughter with him has disappeared, the look he gives me, as I stand there staring.
I'm here now crying,
Because the memories were great.
As I sit alone now, his intentions were my fate.
I wish he was different, but now it's to late.
All that comes to mind now, is how I want to hate.
collaborated with my friend " kenan "
©terrylin53
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