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By Isabella Svenksa Submitted by Isabella Svenska Date: 2001 Aug 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.23.20.49.9707]] |
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Don't call me on a whim And act as though I owe you a favor To invite you over to sooth your soul Be there for you and make it better Because your in a foul mood and In your words "I don't know...I just need to see you" As if I am on this planet For only one purpose If anyone owes anyone anything It's you See, I am not that selfless person anymore You once so coyly devoured With your lies and deceit Spun for my benefit So calculated So rehearsed So orchestrated Like you chose option B out of your catalogue Of spider webbed deception Each lie spun just so Just blow off the dust And keep that line handy You may need it for next poor soul My life has no more room For your self-pity Your pathetic excuses Your selfish ways But Here's a thought Before the door hits your ass On your way out Did it ever occur to you While you were busy counting your conquests And your empty victories that maybe... Just maybe I am using you? |