What's the point?


It's impossible,

Improbable even.

So why bother?

Is it really all worth it in the end?

All the shattered souls and broken bowls and decisions based on a trend?

The sleepless nights and endless fights and pretending that you were my friend?

Well you can take that love and throw it all away.

Because I've had enough of you and your mixed signals what I wasn't willing to pay.

So now you can do what you do best, and try to sweet talk your way back,

But you won't get anywhere because I'm done with you and your so called love.

The End

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