I’m Done


I'm not your second choice.
I don't think you can hear my voice.
I'm not just some other.
Who taught you how to act like that your mother.
All you did was tell me lies.
All I needed was my dad to open my eyes.
You think everything goes your way.
Ha, a rude awakening is coming your way.
I don't want to be in your three-leaf clover.
It's over.

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