Fool
You poor stupid fool
You thought you could trust me
But instead I took your words
And wrote what you had coming
Detaching myself was my way of coping
And I told myself you deserved everything written
Until I had finished you'd wait in anticipation
I spared you nothing because that is what you made me feel
Until I gave you back all control
When there was nothing left I could use or see
I surrendered my senses and let them suffocate me
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