Yes I cared for you in the beginning
But it's simply not the case anymore
Now that you've hurt my last feeling
I see through your shit like never before
Sure I can't quite say that I'm over it
What with this poem being here and all
But don't think that I'm throwing a fit
To get attention or get you to call
I'm merely trying to put thoughts to words
Something each of us should learn to do
If Blobby was here, we'd put them to chords
Nothing like a song to say we're through
The funny thing is it kind of works. I feel like I've been a dozen different people since I moved to New York.
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