Why do I let you trample me?
Tell me that I'm nothing.
You don't know him.
Or me, apparently.
You never will.
So just stay out of it.
You don't own my mind.
Or my life, or my thoughts.
But sadly to you, I am nothing
Oh, thanks for freeing me.
For you held me back.
But you won't now.
Make it up to me?
Hm, maybe you could.
But where's the fun in that?
I want you to squirm in your seat.
Finally see the friend that you're losing.
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