They may say something different but I’m here to tell you
that you’re just not good enough.
Good enough for them.
There’s something about you that just doesn’t draw them in.
Make them thirsty.
It may hurt you but it’s the truth.
You aren’t pretty.
It may make you cry.
You aren’t smart.
There’s always somebody better.
Better than you.
Someone has a prettier smile, a cuter laugh, and a nicer
disposition.
All around better personality and body.
Someone holds him better, their touch is softer, and their
lips are fuller.
He never let you kiss him.
You are a slut.
A slut to be had …
You’re not the same girl that he met years ago …
You’re a desperate woman clinging onto something in her
past.
Something that made you happy.
Something that made you sexy.
But it’s over now
Really over …
No more tears after this one
He wasn’t a friend, he was a liar.
A liar that you loved.
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