What about you, what about me
What about our love that we can't see
What about you , what about me
What about us, why are we fooling around
in flee
Why do we lie, why do betray
If we don't ever feel
Why do we care , why do we pretend
When we don't even need
Love is blind it's needs vision
It can't survive if we don't trust eachother
It's more than lust we like
More than we communicate
It commits two beautiful lives into
One United soul

I was in love,
Madly in love
Without me realizing it.

The way you blamed,
The way you lied,
The way you betrayed,
Hit me straight up in my heart.

But,
I was told it was my fault.
That I caused this mess.
And I believed it, because
I was madly in love.

You put the blame,
spoilt my name.
I was surrounded with the
people who hate,
but still, I had my fate
that you would
come
talk
love me
like you did before.
Therefore,
You never did.

We are not friends
We are nothing
But you can't seem to take the hint
That I don't like you
You did me *****
You threw me to the dogs
But you seem to think
I still like your guts
Coming over
Spreading lies
Acting like everything is alright
Sorry chicky
But you are just as ugly in and out
I don't give second chances
You had your chance
I am doing better now
So get the hint.

Here comes the friend who calls, to use me.
Here comes the friend who plans, to ditch me.
Here comes the friend who messages, to lie.

You don’t matter no more
For I no longer want be hurt any more.
So take your pain
that you wrap as presents,
Because I no longer want it no more.

Don’t you keep calling me babe any more
Don’t keep calling me your best friend any more
For it no longer means anything no more.

Because these words
are just labels that mean nothing anymore.

Nothing matters anymore
No one understand me no more
So leave me
Desert me
Lie to me
Ditch me
Use me
Betray me
It no longer matters to me anymore.

“It’s becoming tougher to love you every time you hurt me. It’s becoming tougher to trust you every time you betray me. It’s becoming tougher to be vulnerable every time you exploit me. It’s becoming tougher to lend you my heart when it feels like an open wound in your hand. You taunt me every opportunity you find, brag about my flaws occasionally, criticize and act cold at times. I am tired of visiting the restroom as though it is my sanctuary during occasions, shedding tears and walk out numbing my heart. We ought to be encouraging, loving and supporting one another and not pushing the other down to rise. But the heartaches are becoming often and old wounds are being reopened. It’s becoming tiring to experience it over and over again. I guess for it to not hurt anymore, it shouldn’t matter anymore.”