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NOTHING

Beat me, beat me till I'm down with my face to the ground, love me, while I smile yet so wanna frown, fuck me till there's nothing left like a robber who just commited a theft, is this the price I pay for giving my heart away to live everyday hoping there's a better way , holding on to all this pain while everyday I feel so drained is there  a better way out ,a better mind without a doubt , I'm not perfect neither are you it's time you surrender bout this shit thatq you do,  the pain that you cause and you downing my flaws your the one who caused me this pain your the one who's insane in the brain,  I will never love you it's the lust that's with in you I hate the fact you feel you've done nothing wrong while you move on with your life and smoke away your issues through a bong , I hope your understand you were never a man your just a fuck boy and I was your toy never again will I continue to drain  drain away the life and continue to blame you call me out of my name but I continue to answer my  life now  is better then before so forget you my man it's time for me to close the door the door to my past and the bridges of burned I'm take this one on the chin better yet I'm take it as a lesson learned.

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