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I'm losing the strength to love you.

I don't want to keep you close to me.

My eyes have seen the blood you've shed,

Yet still I call you "Poor Thing."



My hands have held your burdens, and

My soul, it took your stings and darts.

I sacrificed my time for you.

For you, I betrayed my broken heart.



I saw the tears from your lover's eyes.

I watched your friends lose all their trust.

I refused to hate you but -

I cannot love your man you've become.



My feet are firmly planted in the ground.

To walk away is harder than it seems.

You can feed me lies and put me down,

But I won't be your "poor thing".