| It's over, it's done, I'm through with you No more of your deafening sound No more lies I'll think are true No phone numbers waiting to be found And I think to myself, I never knew He'd make me feel worse than the ground I'm sick of the remarks you used to make About my style, my clothes and hair The piercing whispers I watched today Came from your lips, life isn't fair And then the nights you made me lay Across the bed, fragile and bare One more move will cost you so much If I were you, I wouldn't dare - Jacqueline Audrey |
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