You’ll never let go, you’re going to keep turning back around and telling me I’m wrong, I’m pathetic, I’m heartless.
Maybe I am evil, you fascinate me with your childish tantrums, I’m playing you for the worse.
Who are you running to now?
The cavalry are asleep whilst you cry over battles not your own.
You love him more than me, I get that.
I know.
You’
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