Moving on

by UnhealthyExpectations   May 13, 2010


Will you make up your freaking mind
what you want from me
It isn't that difficult to figure out
I'm sick of your stupid games
They aren't amusing and they definitely aren't fun
You expect me to be here whenever you call
I'm over jumping through hoops trying to please you
I don't know what you want
I no longer care
I don't need you
I will carry on
And I'll finally have the chance to find some who actually appreciates me

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