Trader

I hate you...
I can’t stop thinking about what you did to me
and I wish everybody could hear
what you told me that day
and that my heart for you slipped away

That you lied for you just couldn't hide?
that the wannabe right next to you made you give all those hard times?

And you know I can answer most of those questions, if not all.
And that I’m still here, standing strong and tall, because I know you’re a total faker, the most absolute trader.

By audrey stgo.
Published: 11/5/2005

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