If you were me and I were you would you could ya remove this doom all by yourself all by myself and if you walked in my shoes and didn't just talk against the room coulda shoulda woulda be relaxed amongst this doom?
Here I lay There I walk Here I talk on deaf ears blind eyes no compromise. Only mute messages of love I can not find.
Where is the hurt? Dear, in your heart? In your mind? Where is your soul? Dear John, and I'm Jane.
Doe, ray, me, far, soul, la-di-dah, do.
Music to your ears and not mine. Shield thine third eye, block your crown chakra, block your heart chakra. block your root chakra. Can't cleanse thy hands of my blood under your fingernails As you pummel me with your "love." Passive-aggressive, bulldozing over my Assertive boundary line Trying not to fawn to be let go.
I remember when freedom was easy not today not tomorrow not yesterday. Still connected by some invisible umbilical chord.
You think you are my husband, my Adam, and me, you're Eve or Lilith. My supposed lover. My supposed friend. Real friends don't sell their friends, to their enemies. Real friends don't force you to do drugs to be their friends.
I am me and you are you. We are seperate beings. Forever to conclude.
I am no man's property or woman's property. I am not your slave, your mistress, or your "fun girl." Never been fun to me being just meat, on a hook. That you sell on Facebook.
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