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[Greed]

Don’t remind me,
I can do that by myself.
The memories long past
are for display on my shelf.

A heart that wasn’t worth breaking
lays broken on the floor,
as a trail of untainted blood
leads straight to the door.

When you left you gave me nothing;
not a goodbye and not a glance.
Instead, I sat there waiting
wondering if I ever really had a chance.

I gave you false impressions
that I could do it on my own.
When in truth I was never strong,
and I can’t stand to be alone.

I never bothered asking
for anything for myself.
As long as you were happy,
I didn’t need to take care of myself.

It’s never really mattered
to me if I am well.
If I can offer help to you
on that my thoughts would dwell.

But when you no longer need me,
and when you at last depart,
I do not think you realize
how much that kills my heart.

I opened up and bled for you
in more way than one.
I never thought it would happen;
this friendship would ever be done.

I thought that maybe somehow
there would never be the day
where I would stand and watch you
as you just walked away.

So don’t you dare remind me,
that you’re not here to stay,
and that in all reality,
it always was that way.