Squirt
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2000
- Messages
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That's it! I've had it.
I'm frankly sick of how it has to be.
I've put forth so much effort, and
All you do is misuse me.
I deserve so much better,
And I know I'm worth more
Than always being your lap dog,
Your little emotion-whore.
I haven't been happy,
As your girlfriend or your friend,
So I'm saying my good-byes and
Tossing you to the wind.
A great weight has been lifted;
I feel like I can breathe.
I hold my head higher and
I've stopped grinding my teeth.
You were a source of unhappiness in my life.
I've removed you from that place.
My world is much brighter and
I can keep a smile on my face.
I'm no longer scared of hurt.
I'm wiser when it comes to trust.
This has been the end,
And the past has turned to dust.
So fuck off, bitch,
Cause that was the last straw.
I'm not putting up with it, and
Here is the line I draw.
No more. I don't have to put up with your nonsense, your immaturity, and your lack of consideration for me as a friend and as a person. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. Don't call me after midnight, don't tell me if i look good. I don't care. You are no longer a part of my life. I've moved on.
[This message has been edited by Squirt (edited 17 November 2000).]
I'm frankly sick of how it has to be.
I've put forth so much effort, and
All you do is misuse me.
I deserve so much better,
And I know I'm worth more
Than always being your lap dog,
Your little emotion-whore.
I haven't been happy,
As your girlfriend or your friend,
So I'm saying my good-byes and
Tossing you to the wind.
A great weight has been lifted;
I feel like I can breathe.
I hold my head higher and
I've stopped grinding my teeth.
You were a source of unhappiness in my life.
I've removed you from that place.
My world is much brighter and
I can keep a smile on my face.
I'm no longer scared of hurt.
I'm wiser when it comes to trust.
This has been the end,
And the past has turned to dust.
So fuck off, bitch,
Cause that was the last straw.
I'm not putting up with it, and
Here is the line I draw.
No more. I don't have to put up with your nonsense, your immaturity, and your lack of consideration for me as a friend and as a person. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. Don't call me after midnight, don't tell me if i look good. I don't care. You are no longer a part of my life. I've moved on.
[This message has been edited by Squirt (edited 17 November 2000).]