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I've never been good with words – I'm not a poet or a bard I may not be the next Poe or Pip so My words can just be ignored Anger's a defence, A shield for your pride You're embarrassed for being so vulnerable Having been taken for a ride 'Cause when you've cried all you can All that's left is the hate And though I used to despair It's just easier to berate - It's easier to be angry, To be bitter and cold Than admit you'd ever been hurt By someone so self-involved Who turned out so unworthy of your effort And your time Who treated you like nothing And, of their friends, lost sight I guess it's easy to call it love Wh