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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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