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you really have me now
wrapped around your finger
my soul feeding on the pores of your being
your heartbeat the essence of my mind
I am nothing compared to you
just an animal you drag behind you on a rope
but what did I expect?
being the way I am
trusting, hopelessly naive
and by the time I realize what I’ve done
that I lay in a spider web of lies
is when she comes out
and takes all I have left
while I wring my mind
of why
oh,
why
do butterflies pour out of me
with the mere image of you
when you are doing nothing but
draining my blood into your hands?
furthermore,
why do I thank you for it?