Thrown Away

Thrown away,
Left on the curb
You went away, said
"Do not disturb"

You Used "Fuck " as a noun
And not as  a verb
Not a very loving word
Nor the worst I've ever heard

Now you say you want me back
With words that soothe
That don't attack
You wish to prove
You've turned a leaf
You want my trust, want my belief
That you won't stab me in the back

But now I've turned my back on you
I've had enough, i've said we're through
How does it feel left on the curb
Reading my sign "do not disturb" 
The first time you've ever heard
It back at you word for word