I was always your stepping stone
The middle thing to get you where you're going
I thought if I'd leave you alone
You'd be keen to call my phone
Turns out that only works on those that feel the same
Swiping away and coming up without a thing
Not plastered with my poetry
Or dry remarks with unhappy means
Picking and scratching at wounds I imagined
While bonds were growing frail
Tense fragile and stale
Like a character you fell for when you were 19 or more
And suddenly your opinion's changed
Half heartedly as I'm turned away
Opinions change about me
Quickly
More and more it seems
Everyday
All the same
Opinions change about me
Quickly
More and more it seems
Everyday
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