The time that we first met,
and you wanted to be with me,
they told me I was crazy,
cause of what I didn't see.
Everyone but me, fell in love with you,
no matter how hard I tried,
cause to me it wasn't how you looked,
but only what's inside.
So I promised myself I wouldn't get too close,
and I wouldn't fall in love with you,
but for some reason,
it didn't happen that way,
and I changed my point of view.
But all we did was fight,
and you treated me lower than dirt,
and you never took the time to realize,
how badly I was hurt.
And when I tried to talk to you,
but you just walked right out the door,
to me, those are the times that we broke up,
not once, but many times before.

~Author Mary

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