Breathing YouMature

Living you
Breathing you
Do not know
Why it's true

Thinking you
Needing you
Do not know
What you do

A hold on me
I can't see
Why I can't
Simply flee

This' not fun.
Want to be done
I don't want
Anyone

Get out my head
Those words he said
I wish then I
Had just fled. 

The End

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