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control

You once said my tears caused you pain
But now they drive you insane
You act as if I can’t have a heart
I probably don’t as many times as it’s been torn apart
I know I can’t run
But I swear I’m done
How many times have I said this I don’t know?
But now I must go
I’m tired of being torn
If we were a rose you’d be the thorn
You just have so much control
I just don’t know
I just can’t wait for the day that you have no control
Then I will be able to go
You will see that you’re losing me
Cause once I’m gone
I’m not coming back





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