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I don't have time for anyone that doesn’t have time for me, and it was from you that I learned this philosophy. and to love you, I paid mentally. love was shot down in flames, my story's a tragedy and the worst part of it all... it was my friend holding me down, again. no, it shouldn't feel this way. love is not supposed to hurt, it should set you free. but every now and then you come around and say you're my friend, tell me you love me again. well, it's a good thing I know, you'd fake life to get what you want by telling lies, and it makes you high to see me low. I've had to watch your self-confidence grow every time that you pull your love away, throw all your happiness in my face.