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How ugly do I feel right now when my pain is greeted by laughter?
Why did I even look twice at you? I was warned that you’re a walking disaster,
you played with my heart, tore me down in our privacy,
The hardest thing about us though, is that you can’t let me leave.

I thought it was an act,
I thought it was a game,
I thought you made yourself like this,

To avoid your shame.

You seem so proud of yourself, standing in front of me,
You smirk to shield yourself, dripping with make-believe,
I see the nothing in your eyes,
I feel your heart beating – chest colder than ice.

I got brave and asked you a question,
You refused to answer because you say life isn’t a lesson,
You press all my buttons, the wrong and the right ones,
I’ll get over this in time, days, weeks or months.