What You Are To Me

October 6, 2009
The tears drip
And I'm still sick
From the hate you've fed me

The lies flow
Through my soul
Of why you will forsake me

The days you've borrowed
Led to my sorrows
You'll never be able to repay
And take all I have
And you'll leave me sad
Each and every day

And these years
I had the fear
That you might've mistaken me

Now you're there
And I don't care
Of what you really think of me

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