break up
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Break Up
for all the times
you lied "i'll be there"
here's a quarter
now you're a millionaire
for all the times
you tried to care
here's a quarter
your pocket's full of air
what a pompous ass
what a first class jerk
i bet you don't know
how much your words hurt
i have one thing to ask of you
to not act surprised
when i say goodbye
cause i'm sure as hell
not telling a lie

~erika boal
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