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I tear my heart open
And sow myself shut
My weakness is
That I cared too much
And the scars remind us
That the past is real
Every deity needs their morning star, and finally I have mine. Et tu Brute? My Judas, my Morning Star. I did nothing but anything and everything you asked for and gave you, my loyalty and my friendship. But my gifts go unappriciated, and my words go unanswered. I am tired of having to prove how much I cared. (note the past tense) And now I mourn the friendship that I went out of my way to keep.
So I give up on you, because you have more than once given up on me. I prefer to stick to those who will appriciate me, I will stick to my friends who stick to me.
And sow myself shut
My weakness is
That I cared too much
And the scars remind us
That the past is real
Every deity needs their morning star, and finally I have mine. Et tu Brute? My Judas, my Morning Star. I did nothing but anything and everything you asked for and gave you, my loyalty and my friendship. But my gifts go unappriciated, and my words go unanswered. I am tired of having to prove how much I cared. (note the past tense) And now I mourn the friendship that I went out of my way to keep.
So I give up on you, because you have more than once given up on me. I prefer to stick to those who will appriciate me, I will stick to my friends who stick to me.