man she had me

twisted into all kinds of shapes

working to make everything

ok for her

& I hated myself for being like this

my friends getting worried

as she played low tricks

I forget how many times

I let her go

only for a return on another day

being the good person again

the person I’d fallen for

accusing late night phone calls

sat on the stairs

wondering just where you were

who was there listening in

word games making all sins mine

trying to drive this man crazy

keep me in the keep net

the backup plan when all else failed

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