To Yourself, by 11 Tragedy's Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=red>11 Tragedy's</font>

It's about time
Your conscious came into play
Instead of siting here
wasting all of your days

Just give up
And forget his stupid ass
He doesn't love you he loves her
What don't you understand about that?

Are you really gonna sit here 
And believe his lies again
You need to wake the fuck up
And take it like a man

Stop the crying bullshit
Stop all the depressing songs
Stop all the "I'll always love him" shit
Cause you know it's wrong

You need to get over him
Like he's gotten over you
So why sit here and act stupid
You know what you need to do

Tell him how you feel
Tell him how much of a real asshole he is
Say to him you're never doing this again
And to stick his face in a bucket of piss

Here is what you need to do
In case you already didn't figure it out
Open your mouth, let it out
Say "I'M DONE WITH YOU" in a serious shout

Make him want you
Make him feel bad
Make him realize you're gone
Show him what he had

Fuck with his head
Fuck with him like he's fucked with you
Get revenge on him real fast
"What goes around, comes around" is whats said

"You're so pathetic
You really really are
You cheated on her for me
You stupid little whore..."

"Stop saying you missed me
Every fucking day
I fucking hate you for all you've done to me"
Is what you need to say

Give him all he's given you
Nothing but betrayal and lies
Finally get up and step up to him
And tell him this is goodbye
Posted: 2009-06-13 20:52:42 UTC

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