It Didn't Matter How You Loved Me
It mattered how you pulled my hair,
And dragged me across the floor.
It mattered how those words you used,
Shouldn't have been there.
It mattered how those words,
Were used in crooked ways.
It mattered how you spoke to me,
In a hundred evil ways.
I suppose it mattered to you,
The good times we had.
But the good didn't not out weigh,
The bad times we had.
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