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Mean little, Popular little She
My heart clenches as the pain wears me down,
Did you really think of me as a clown?
Where all I did was smile and laugh,
Even when you tore my heart into half?
Numbness takes control,
When it inhabits my soul.
I feel only one thing,
Can’t even glance at the pendant on a string.
It seems like all I can do is cry,
How could I think that he was my guy?
Treated me like I was his only,
But he was never really lonely.
‘You only live once’ is what he said to me,
It was as if he was on a heart-breaking spree.
Why couldn't I see beyond the spark in his eyes?
Or all his cruel, heartbreaking lies.
Life works in funny ways,
First makes me go through a maze,
Then makes an endless world of darkness for me to fall into,
Making me someone you wish you never knew.
He hurt me and he tore me beyond repair,
Without giving me any time to prepare.
Threw me around like a rag doll,
But I would try my best not to bawl.
The girl, I knew she said “Shoo!”
But she got that she wouldn't be the one to fall through.
No matter how hard I tried,
I just couldn't let it slide.
Heart breaking was his sport,
It was also a way for me to resort,
I stole his heart,
Only to want to take it apart.
Now I say never,
He says forever.
I could have said yes,
But then I would regress.
I will keep my pride,
And make you pay for wanting to confide,
Not with me,
But with the mean little, popular little she.
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