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Broken Down

Broken Down

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When I look back,

I feel like a sack.

Trying to amend things for others,

Always feels like a mother.


The more you trust, the more you cry,

For no one cares, when your tears dry.

Is loving someone that low,

Or just getting high hopes.


When you cry, it hurts so bad,

But when you don't reciprocate, it's like I die.

The serenity is no longer felt,

'Cause you're the one who left.


Your faith in me was no pure,

But what I had was all yours.

Was the friendship we shared that low?

You walked away real slow.


No turning back, and no regrets,

For breaking the trust that's what you get.


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