I hate the way you do this.
You try to make me bleed.
I told you it was over.
I shouldn’t have to plead.
You try to drag me under.
But it’s not up to you anymore.
I’m sick of the way you act
Like you hold the floor.
I’m done with all your petty games.
It’s time for me to walk away.
My life is none of your concern.
I wash my hands of you today.
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