It wasn't the first,
It won't be the last,
You destroyed my heart,
That was made of glass.
Now the hole in my chest,
Where my heart used to lye,
Is but a chest,
With nothing inside.
Your words are sharp knives,
They cut me so deep,
This knife in my back,
Is a pain I shall keep.
You said that you loved me,
I thought it was true,
But bitch, guess what,
I'm so done with you!
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