I never leave, I outgrow
What they do, they all know.
They breadcrumb, sugarcoat,
they love-bomb, gaslight,
or sometimes just hoover or go with the flow.
But I cry and try till the end,
losing self-reliance, going insane;
because later I don't wanna feel sorry.
I can't live with a heavy chest full of thoughts of hurting others,
I don't wanna live with a repenting memory.
I can't let my head to bow
in guilt, in fear, in sin...
thus, I never leave, I outgrow.
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