Wrong

I am not proud to know you
Nor am I glad we shared
Those six years of my life
I wish I'd never cared

Now all those memories
I wish I could erase
And all those kisses I gave you
I want to take back from your face

I'm ashamed of the support I gave freely
And erase every loving word
From that thing you call a soul
For mine that you butchered

I take back my life I wanted to share
And pray you remain alone
No one to come and lay
Fresh flowers on your tombstone


And when I close my eyes at night
I wish upon a star
That you know inside your shriveled heart
I can't stand who you really are


Loathe you call me friend
You are that which I regret
I am not proud to know you
I wish we'd never met




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