You would build me up To let me down... Splatter my heart Right on the ground... You'd pick me up And wipe my face Then shatter my brains Oh what a waste! Of precious time... Of energy!... To let you make A mess of me! Could have spent a dime On something better than you! Cause making a mess Is what you do! But I was so young... Got so used to it That it seemed like my fate I was "glued" to it... Mistaking the passion The chemistry... For "love"...I was much To blind to see. "Wasted the pretty" So many "good" years Letting you fill me With sadness and tears. Now that I know better And know "real" love is mine I'm sometimes still haunted By your memory---but fine... For karma most surely Has found you somehow And the trail of "YOUR" mess... It's yours to clean now!!
Reason for writing:
Just an old relationship I had...some hit pretty hard.
Birth sign: Pisces
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