Because of them
I watch you
Blame her for all your problems
I see you
Controlling her with all of your faults
Because of them, I don't know how to be fair
Because of them, I am angry in my own relationship
Because of them, I put up with the same shit
Because of them, I don't know what I deserve
What you call love is really: dependence and reluctance to change
I know love, God is Love
I've felt it, breathed it, lived it
it was the best thing on earth
only coming from man
it was a lie
Now I lay beaten, broken, and never loving again
Because of me, I don't know how to love
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