Everyone's got a story
a poem, or a song.
Nobody's got a care for you,
whether you feel it right or wrong.
You say you want sympathy?
then go wait in line.
The world owes you nothing,
and neither do I.
Suffer here
or suffer there
it really doesn't matter,
and I certainly don't care.
My heart is numb
and my soul benign.
Can't say I care,
to give you more time.
I've paid my dues
and shed my tears.
beside it was nothing
only four months and two years...
So take away your love
and your deplorable pleas.
Stop contaminating me
your love's a disease.
I loved you once,
but i can't anymore.
I've turned my back
and locked that door...
©2014
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