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She broke me.
She bent me,
She didnt want me anymore.
And then blames me for walking out her door.
When she was the one that led me there.
She said "get out"
She didnt know,
She didnt care.
She no longer needed me,
Then wanted me back.
And I was like "nu uh"
It's time to pack.
And so I left.
And took my own road.
Who knows where it leads
Who knows where it goes?
All I know is I'm all alone.
And my heart is sad
But my soul is strong
But maybe it will heal as I head for home.
You cannot push your friends away,
and expect them to come back.
What a silly expectation.
What a curious notation.
If you catch a butterfly,
In the palm of your hand.
You cannot make it stay
It will go where it so choses.
Why can't you admit YOUR mistakes?
What have I got to lose?
You have someone at your side, who is more important than me.
She will not stay there willingly.
But when you push your friends away,
And then want them to come back.
I'm not a swing,
I come and go.
And now it's time to pack.