It's over, and at this point, neither of us care
I cried, and I know you didn't feel a thing
Why would you? I was only a fling
Nothing serious... nothing serious at all
I was hurt beyond belief, yet you looked the other way
I was absolutely terrified, while you carried on stress free
My anxiety was at a high
While my depression hit a low
My heart was aching, as it should've
You showed no remorse
And for that I came to this conslusion:
All of this is nothing new to you
You're seasoned in breaking hearts, aren't you?
Because I can tell
Your blue eyes tell it all
The way you walked, talked, and puppet mastered my heart
They gave you away
They gave away your secrets, your lies, and your hasty goodbyes
The drama, the pain, leaving girls and never speaking to or seeing them again
You're seasoned in being the way you are...
I guess it was never that serious, at all,
Was it?
Was it?
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