Would you please
Just throw me back
Down among the wolves
Let them
Suck the marrow
Out of the lies that
Drip so sweetly
From your lips
You make me want things
I can't have
I can't be more
Than what I am
I'm sure, so sure
That I'm not worth
A tenth of you
You've become the
Reason for my emotional
Exile,
Because if I don't keep
Myself one carefully
Measured step ahead
In anticipation
Of you defection
It will take the last
Ounce of pride I cling to
I'm tired of wanting
Something I can't have
So tired of bleeding
That I'm ready
To finally
Just let go
Of this
Of you
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