Low Self Esteem

By Kara Passey

I got sick
Waiting for you
Out in the cold
You said you'd always be true
O boy you lied
And why should I hide
All this hate that I'm feeling inside
While you walk away
With your eyes filled with pride
Don't take advantage
Of my low self esteem
You rid me of
A lot of my dreams
You wanted my innocence
You would've left me for dead
You're not worth
Any tears to be shed
I burned all
My pictures of you
Those angry songs
Well I wrote a few
With all this done
I never cried
I figured you out boy
On the first time I tried
You know you can run
But you sure as hell can't hide

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