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I don't think I meant to
Misuse you, misuse you
When I told you
I wanted it all
This tendency, being better men
Now bitter and cold
A tasteless feeling when
Losing what you love
Loving when you lose
Turning out to be
What you run from
Self fulfilling prophecy
Is it irony
If I kill myself?
This tendency
Self forgiveness
Never meant any less
How can I heal
Inflicting pain
Every step of the way?
This heart that breaks
This heart that speaks