Heartache

I don’t want to be another heartache

You tell all the girls about—

The one’s you wanna get with

And let down.

I don’t wanna be that woman,

Another story,

Becoming your history,

Instead of you and me.

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I wanna be the one you miss,

That you miss so bad.

I wanna be the one, you can’t live without,

And you wake up in fear that I’m gone.

But that’s just wishful thinking—

Thinking I was your number one.

You always said that I was different,

Finally wanted a chance

But then I turned around,

And got knocked flat on the ground.

With you all it ever took

Was a single word, just one look.

You tell every girl, you’re an open book

After all, you’ve always had me hooked.

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You walked away—

All I got was a text.

While the story you tell,

Is the heartache that I feel.

I breathe in and out,

Feel my heart clench—

Wait for it to dwindle,

You’re just another page of my past.

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Oh yeah, that’s just wishful thinking—

Thinking I was your number one.

Hold Your Hand

You tell me that

I need to start taking care of myself.

I’m not a mother,

Reel in how much I nurture.

My friends aren’t my responsibility,

They can make it through life on their own,

Find their own way.

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So, I’m not gonna hold your hand.

I’m no longer your guide,

Stop thinking of me as your angel.

I don’t need all this drama

That you’re laying down at my feet.

It’s time to move on,

Don’t hold on to me like a child.

You think that you’re helping me,

But reality check

Is that you’re holding me back

And the words you say, the way you act

It’s all detrimental.

Grow up and find yourself,

Instead of telling me you’re jealous of my life.

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I’m not gonna hold your hand,

Don’t hold on to me like a child.