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Him.

I thought he would sweep me off my feet.
I thought he would be my best friend.
It’s all because of him
That I couldn’t be at peace.

It should have been sacred
A man and his girlfriend
But it ain’t sacred
When it seems like she’s been pelted by clumps of dirt.
It’s all because of him
That I couldn’t be at peace.

After all this time
I thought he’d be there.
After all this time
I thought he’d be a friend
At least–I would say.
It’s all because of him
That I couldn’t be at peace.

You know what?
It probably was for the best
I just ended up with the worst
He meant the world to me…
It should have been sacred…
I was his girlfriend, dammit!
But thinking about it now,
I can easily say “screw him”.
It’s all because of him
That I can finally be at peace.