Bye...

Can some people just stop existing, just like poof they're gone?
Cus all they make me feel, is unwanted and alone, tired and broken not much more.
And here they are calling me a whore.
You touched that little bad piece in the wall around my heart, made it fall and touched me.
Broke me in a million pieces, guess that's what you wanted.
And you never stop till you get what you want.
So here I am broken and alone, building a wall around my heart stone by stone..

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