My Turn

Being disappointed over and over again

I believed the lies that were told

And it hurt when the truth got unfold.

Manipulated, chosen then refused

Friends with benefit, I won then I lost.

 

The person I ever loved broke my heart

The one person I've lived with, we are better apart

Where were you when I was at life’s worst end?

I had to do it on my own when I needed my friend.

 

I seem better off by myself doing it on my own

It’s usually when I need you I find that I’m all alone.

Lost within myself, I am not who I was anymore.

I am broken inside out; Disappointment likes a sore.

 

Will the pain ever go, will it ever be my turn

If I should love again, will I be loved in return?

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[Anika Morris]

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