When it comes to looking back It's a terrible habit indeed When you reminisce about he who lacked and could not suit your needs It's a terrible thought to ponder That you let him(s) get so close And you really begin to wonder Why the fuck it was he(s) you chose. He(s) said you were a different person And perhaps this fact became true Particularly when he(s) spoke of ANOTHER person(s) Instead of focusing on you. Why should he(s) deserve who you really are When this whole time you tried to be you, He(s) imagined others with which he'd go far Not giving a shit about what he could lose His('s) easily swayed attention was less than a desirable trait, Affecting one's own self-perception And breeding an impeccable hate You don't get to see past the gate When you're too busy with your head up your arse Altering my psychological state and treating my feelings as farce. but alas, it was all over ages ago Dark times and lame lads behind My real self now only will show
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