You harass my existance
and mock my persistance
My candor for instance
makes you uneasy on end
Looks are deceiving
I've jumped into believing
that you are the real thing
My conterfeit friend
you laugh and you smile
make jokes for a while
but you're in denial
if you say you don't care
I'll tell you something
if this all meant nothing
At least you have left me
a lot more aware
I'm tired of the guessing
This routine of stressing
I'll send you my blessing
for whatever may come
After all we have been through
this cannot continue
There's no good left in you
It's over, I'm done!
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