It's enough,
Now it's getting tough.
Remember I used to tell?
That every time I fell.
For your talks so witty,
Now, on myself I feel pity.
But
It's enough,
Of all those stuff.
You abused
You misused
Every time I saw I used to bleed,
If that's love then I don't need.
I will stand for my pride,
Even if no one is on my side.
I will make you pay,
For every moment I felt grey.
Then
Every memory I'll erase
That will help me getting over that phase
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