You left me alone and said it was for the better. Better for who, me or your ego? You always came first and I was always last to your cars and friends and what ever else your money could afford you. You expected the best which I could never be. Maybe that’s why you were always disappointed with me. I gave you my all but that was never enough. You cried and screamed all to play innocent but tortured me on the inside with your words. You left me broken and hollow inside, but now I’m the one rising high. Higher than you’ll ever be. Now I see that you had to let go of all your shiny things, but deep down you know, the best thing you ever had to lose was me.
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