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March 28, 2012

You press my every nerve

There is so much I feel that you don't deserve

We yell and fight

I've basically forgotten what is right

I know that I used to be in love

Captivated by everything heard of

But now I am not sure of that anymore

Because of our every war

We were fine until we played

Your oops, created and then made

Your sight was blocked

Your deciscion without contemplation, locked

Now everything I do

You scream is false and untrue

Wanting to know who I have done

Truth is, you're pushing me and I might run