I hate the false sarcasm dripping from my mouth, I hate the two am phone calls and the promises of your voice tomorrow. I am fully exhausted with your cries of what you think to be love and your frustration, followed by complete turnarounds, in which you flirt recklessly. If you bat your eyelashes any harder, you'll knock yourself out.
I used to try to impress you, but I don't care anymore...
I'm putting my feet on the ground and they're staying there.
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