ThE EnD

By , lodi, CA
When did it start?
When does it end?
When did you become better than me?
To the point
Where you think you can push me around
Where you know everything
And, I, nothing
Where you choose my friend
And I’m sitting alone
When did I get to the point
That I am no longer your girlfriend
But an object to control
I don’t know where it started
But this is where it ends!





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