So far I fall like this to forget you...
Willing to lose myself if it means losing you in the process...
A fool I was to believe I was enough,
to believe the words that you drop to keep me...
Eating the lies that you feed me,
believing that you ever loved me...
I'm just a toy to amuse you.
A thing that you cling to when your bored with the rest.
And still, everything about you delights me...ignites me...burns me...scars me.
I can hear you whispering that you'd never harm me
But the marks that you make in me leave me a mess.
And me without you will always be less...
So less is what I'm willing to be, less.. and alone..
Less and free, from everything about you...
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