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A BIG F YOU

 


Sympathy for guys like you? Nah, that never worked for me.
You cried over girls who two-timed or broke your heart,
And like a fool, I catered to you and played my part.
But apparently, none of you ever saw me before—
When I was good to people just because I could, you wanted more.

So nope, I don’t care about being a good friend anymore.
I sacrificed too much time, too much energy,
Trying to lift you up, 
But no more. This is my BIG F YOU
To all of you people who never came through.

Consort sleepers, lonely peeps I treated with care—
I was kind when no one else was there.
I used to hate how people treated you,
But you took advantage, playing me like a fool, it’s true.
You twisted my kindness, used my motherly nature,
Now I see the truth, no more catering to your failure.

So here it is, my final salute—
A BIG F YOU to all of you who muted
My needs, my voice, my worth.
I’m done with you, you can take that to the earth.

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