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It was years ago when we met
I thought you were nice
But I didn’t understand yet
That you were the one
That would teach me how to hate
I can’t believe I took your bate.
When I look into my past
And is see all the wasted time
And how it flew by so fast
But when it was passing
It always felt way to long
You were the one that was wrong.
I still feel your cigarette burns on my heart
Something that tore this family apart.
That smell I will never ever forget
The smell of ashtrays and cheap cigarettes.
Did you ever think how much I would hurt
Before you went and treated me like dirt?
But I have the burn marks on my heart
And it would be a good start
To hear a long needed apology
But you never cared about me.
I can’t believe what you did
My family is so broken apart
I was just an innocent kid
And now I have a shattered heart.
I hope you can’t sleep at night
Cause I cant after all those fights.
I never wanted to hate anyone
But soon after I lived with you
That process had surely begun
But I have learned something new.
I will have the compassion
Even though you lack ability to ration.
Now that we are walking away from this
Which one of us has held their head high?
You know that I came out of this well
And I am happy this is our last goodbye.
Because I don’t hate you
But I definitely don’t like you.
I still feel the cigarette burns
They are scars on my heart.