Better Looking Brand
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So you traded me in for a better looking brand.
One without psychotic abilities.
One that won't love you unconditionally.
And I'm left with nothing.
I should've seen this coming summers ago.
But you never gave me the chance.
In fact, you weren't even thinking of giving me one.
And I hope some sort of motorized vehicle hits your body && your remains paint the pavement.
And you can sit there && love her, but I'll always pretend.
You broke my heart;;It didn't bend.
And just so you know, this wound won't ever mend.
And now I'm bleeding from every romantic pore on my body.
And I'm screaming out your name, but things won't change, but they'll never be the same.
And the hatred will remain && it will grow.
But you'll never know.
Maybe sometime we could fix this && feel okay.
I'll be dead before that day, I promise.
Because you have dug me the shallowest grave possible.
The dirt doesn't even cover my face.
But you left me here to rot on purpose.
Fuck you, bitch.
You don't deserve breath.
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