Did you really believe
That after all you put me through
I’d still give a damn about you?
Did you honestly believe
That “I’m sorry” could undue
All the hell I took from you?
Well now you know what it’s like
To need someone there
In your time of need
But they couldn’t care

Back then I refused to see it
But now I see the truth inside your lies
You only came back to use me
’cause you found you missed the one
You thought you could just replace
But it ain’t that easy
To find someone like me

Thought you didn’t need me
’cause that’s what you said
A little too late for apologies
They won’t change a thing
You’ve been out of my life
Long enough for me to see
I am so far beyond that foolish boy
I was when I still cared for you

I was always there
No questions asked
Puttin’ you first
No matter the task
Takin’ it on when it was too much for you
Picking up the pieces
You couldn’t hold on to

I remember that, thank you
That last conversation
Where you told me you didn’t need me
And wanted me gone
And all I ever did
Was help you become who you are

Now some time has passed
And you see your mistake
And your hopin’ maybe
I’ll forgive again

Thought you didn’t need me
’cause that’s what you said
A little too late for apologies
They won’t change a thing
You’ve been out of my life
Long enough for me to see
I am so far beyond that foolish boy
I was when I still cared for you

Maybe it’s true
Maybe you’ve learned the hard way
That the world don’t revolve around you
But its too late
I’m already gone
Go find someone else
To be there when you breakdown and cry

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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