I might not be the prettiest girl
but one day you'll need me
and I won't be here
to pick up the pieces.
I can only wait for you
for so long
until I pack up my pride and leave
The pride that I have left anyway...
You can shoot me down so many times
until I'm gone
breathless and heartless
seeping wounds of your lies.
You'll come crawling back to me
the blood stained hands and sympathy laced tears
begging to put you back together
but I owe you nothing.
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