
Written for a boy I've come to hate.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 247 - Published: 09-02-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2948829
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Oliver
There are only so many lies that I can hear
Before I snap and lose it all
You pushed me so close to that point, my dear.
So far, in fact, you got to watch me fall.
And how I cry
When I think of the lie!
The lie of love you constantly fed me.
Your looks, they caught me unaware
I still see your blonde hair
I wish I'd never met you, let me be.
I asked you to let me be,
Please get out of my memory.
I've tried, oh so hard, just to forget about you.
But your face is everywhere I turn.
It doesn't seem to matter what the fuck I try and do.
I can't get rid of you, I cannot learn!
And how I cry
When I think of the lie!
The lie of love you constantly fed me.
Your looks, they caught me unaware
I still see your blonde hair
I wish I'd never met you, let me be.
I never want to see your face again.
I can't believe that I once called you "friend"
I do not know how I could once love you.
Thank god that sense has finally shone through...
But I still cry
When I think of that lie.
That lie of love you constantly fed me.
Your looks still catch me unaware
Your perfect face, your hair.
I wish I'd never known you. Let me be.
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