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I’ve never felt more used than now
The hurt and anger overwhelms my badgered soul
You were the one who brightened my days and made me smile
It’s not that this has changed anyways
But damned if I know how to feel
Were all the nice words lies, said to make me feel good inside?
How could you do this to me, how could we let it get so far?
The hurt is here and it won’t go away
It’s like a knife in my heart
My tears fall down like rain
As my body shudders with uncontrollable pain