Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

Love,
The Dear Hunter

12.17.2008

You are a child.
A little boy.
A person I apparently put way too much faith in.

Don't apologize to me to make yourself feel better because I know about the girl you have upstairs as I wait in the stairwell.


Just don't.

No more.

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