Oh, the bitter irony
Of the words you said late that night
They're soon coming back to haunt you
Your free spirit has finally been trapped
But you still can't seem to give up
The lifestyle that got you to where you are now
So I will take this time for deliberating
I can't even comprehend the manipulative schemes
That she's been contemplating
But it seems I'm a little too late
To salvage anything without regret
I can benefit from knowing
That you'll never find anyone like me
I can never escape my love, my crutch, my everything
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