In reality you are a zero
You can weasel your way in,
My body, my life.
A victim of your sin.
You wouldn't know the meaning of no,
You wouldn't have stopped.
You would have kept going,
Causing my anxiety to keep growing.
I know the line is cliche
"It's not you; it's me"
However the words ring more truth then ever
We will never ever get together.
I don't want you near me
You're like bad medicine for the aching heart.
You could have been perfect.
You're just not for me.
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