Broken, by miranda castro
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Hurt runs through me like a fast moving river
Why did you have to turn your back onme like everyone else
You told me you wouldn't be like them that you were
different but you weren't.
You took my heart and grasped it as if it was fragile then
you dropped it and broke it into millions' of little
pieces.
Was I just a game you played to entertain yourself, or was
I a bet that you made with your friends.
I guess it doesn't matter now does it, you did your deed
and left me behind. |
Posted: 2012-07-28 05:04:15 UTC |
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