How could you
Make me wonder what it is like to fly?
Help me understand the reasons why.
Tell me as I sit here and cry
While you are out having a good time.
You said you would support me, but that was a lie
Made me look like a fool, timid and shy.
I let you hurt me or bring tears to my eyes.
You thought I was done, but it is just goodbye.
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Aeryka Frausto
A 19 year old girl with a passion to inspire others. Based in San Antonio. Since '98.
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