These Things

by Chelsea   Nov 12, 2005


These thoughts you put into my head,
Wont seem to leave,
They want to stay with me until the day I die,
You hurt me so bad,
I should move on,
But yet im starting to,
I found someone new,
And your now out of the picture,
So please do me a favor,
And stop calling me,
Stop trying to talk to me,
Im done with you,
I dont want anything else to do with you,
These things you did to me,
Just puts me through hell,
You talked about me behind my back,
And then lied about it,
I did things for you,
That I never should have done,
Why do you keep calling me,
If your still in love with her,
I have someone new,
So much better then you,
So this is goodbye,
Cause these things I got put through,
I blame it all on you.

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