I always knew I trusted
you too easily.
That you would take advantage
of me at a moments notice.
The longer I stayed
the more I lost.
The more I lost
the more I thought I needed you.
I always knew I trusted
you too easily.
That you would take advantage
of me at a moments notice.
The longer I stayed
the more I lost.
The more I lost
the more I thought I needed you.
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