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I am the broken and easily forgotten,

lost all heart and fun, she got them,

at the point she decided to start droppin,

i became the next level of simply forgotten,

what's a midnight text? reconciliation?

or is my frustration mixing up my placement?

wasn't i dedicated in the past, and hurt in the present?

you treated me like a peasant, clock hands lost seconds,

stuck on a corner at 2am, start hailing you,

need a taxi home, i'm sorry for failing you,

if you miss me at all just tell me now,

give me the opportunity to still get out,

a lot more then love and my hearts at stake,

i hate the feeling in the morning, maybe i'll never wake,

until i'm at my wake, running out of days,

mind blowing thoughts around from this hurricane.