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(Cheated) Just go

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LustfulDevil

Published: Jun 16, 2013

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Please just go
I'm not a strong enough man
to go through this with you
I can't turn the other cheek
yes...I'm that weak
I still can't believe you
would cheat
and the fault falls
upon me
what didn't I do for you?
Everyday I showed you
that I loved you
I gave you space
when you needed it
I treated you like
my queen
So why did you
cheat on me?
Am I not man enough
for you?
What did I do for you to
do something so wrong?
Tell me the answer then leave
because in the end I'm not that strong
you know my past with women right
Yet when i found the one who changed
my life
she's the one who destroyed
my life
Nothing you can do will make
up for it
Once is still enough to wipe out
our love
once is enough to stop
my heart
for you it will never
beat again
so please just go
I'm not strong enough
to forgive you
just know I really did
love you
but in the end that wasn't enough
goodbye my love
let's never meet again

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