On my knees, at your feet,
Shackles holding me down.
You stand above me, with no regard for me.
An emotional investment that reaps nothing but pain.
Across the bar from me,
She embraces the world around us,
She feeds of the attention of the men around her.
Can I blame them?
From the way her hair falls, to the imperfections she embodies.
Everything about her attracts and kills,
And my death is coming.
So I'll run, far away from her.
She wanted a happy ending but we didn't even get to start.
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