Waste

by Marissa   May 15, 2006


I did love you I really did I wanted to be their by your arm till the very end . I felt you slipping away when you were gone I new I wanted you back no matter what name you called me I wanted to be the girl who had your back. And I tried to do that . But at the end after all of this you have the nerve to call me a waste a waste of what your time tilling me you have somebody else who do you think I am your the one whose the waste the waste of my time and a waste of my life

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