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You Were Just a Waste Of My Time

Wouldn’t have thought it to be true,
The day that I met you,
That today I would say,
I should have looked the other way,
If I was to know what was to be,
When you asked “would you walk with me?”

Could you believe I actually thought,
That everything I did went all for not,
And the time spent to listen,
Has now gone missin’,
Lost forever to oblivion,
Oh what it could have been.

The flirting style you portrayed,
Made me feel a little betrayed,
Or even punished for being there,
And then left with just a blank stare,
Back into my hole I would go,
Until it was time to go back into the workflow.

You made a mockery of who I am,
Just by relaying another problem,
You knew I would be there for you,
Anytime and anywhere too,
Using and abusing,
Made me feel I was always losing.

Your beliefs were a tease,
And nothing made me at ease,
You were completely vague,
As if no one was in your league,
And you said so much to run from yard to yard,
Would be believe the fall from grace was hard.

A complete waste of time is what you led,
Is the least I could have said,
There could be a lot more to be,
Done and made see,
When you thought it was all fun,
Now look what it has done.

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