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Trusted You

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katara11111

Published: Jan 2, 2012

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I should have known
Known better than to trust you
You broke my trust so many times
Tore my heart apart

I guess I don't need to keep that promise anymore
It doesent matter to you
Anyway what happens to me doesn't matter to you
Not anymore

So I guess this is good bye
And that my last words should ring true
Maybe not in the same way
The words, thank you.

Thank you for hurting me over and over
Thank you for tearing my heart apart
Thank you for not listening
And lastly

Thank you for letting me love you
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