Fiction

 

Broken hearts and long nights
The price of all the city lights
I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you
I knew something wasn’t right
Mixing something for the pain
Heard you love to make it rain
You’re such a cliche
Professional at night, student by day
Your goal an A7 and downtown loft
I was just there to get you off
Waiting for you to get off
I was just glad to be of service
Using me exactly how they used you
You did it all on purpose
Lust over love and nothing over money
You were never gonna love me
Gone with no excuse or explanation
You’re not even sorry

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