Season Finale

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    Season Finale

    I feel so incomplete
    Like no one understands me
    Spending so many nights crying myself to sleep
    So this is what it feels like to be lonely is what I think
    Angry as hell cause this was never supposed to happen to me
    I thought I had a friend for life and you would always be there
    for me
    I trust you with my heart I turn my back one time and this is what
    you do to me
    Proving how careless you are about my feelings
    You said all you needed was me
    In the end that didn't make you happy
    Now I know I let you in too deep
    You pretty much got the best of me
    Now you want the rest of me
    I can't take anymore I think you should leave
    What we talk about doesn't mean a thing
    When the next day you are repeating that very thing
    Constantly fixing your mouth to say you love
    I'm gonna tell you what I think
    1st off you don't deserve me
    Your love you speak to me doesn't mean a thing
    Your not a person of your word and that for me was hard to believe
    You walk around all high and mighty like your shit don't stink
    Behind my back verbally bashing me and telling people what I don't do
    when I do everything
    The decisions you make are careless, immature and have nothing to
    do with making life better with me
    What the hell do you think
    You can keep breaking a persons heart and that won't change a thing
    If so that's pretty interesting
    You need to snap back into reality
    Realize you are no longer gonna take advantage of me
    This is the beginning of our SEASON FINALE

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    nena53 commented on Season Finale

    05-17-2009

    Bravo, bravo

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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