You say you know me, Yet you don't have a clue you say things about me that deep down you should know just aren't true.
The hurtful accusations, the judgmental lies, the side ways glances, the comments said on the sly how can you claim to love me then say the things you do how can you be so hurtful really why are you being so cruel.
I try to do anything i humanly can I just wish you could really understand this pain I now feel it comes not from inside it comes from the things that i try to hide these scars are from your words your actions not all but just a few I honestly wish you would tell me what the hell you really want me to do my love for you is endless can't you see it as it is no motives here just wanting back my friend the lover I once knew I guess you really didn't know me did i ever really know you?
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