I Must Depart

March 27, 2008
Just once, just listen,

I've got something to say,
I'm tired of you playing me,

Like a player getting laid.

I'm sick of the lies,

The cheating the stealing,
I thought you were my friend,
But like an orange, you're peeling.

I still love you to death,

But no more can I stand,
We must go our seperate ways,

Before it gets out of hand.

I am sorry to say this,

But you are a fool,
I thought you were different,
You surely used a good tool.

I will never forget you,
Even though you turned out bad,
You mesmerized our friendship,

And that's extremely sad.

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