Set me free
Only freshman too young for the tight grips of cryptic love
But what's done is done and it felt so damn good to let go
I with you and you with me inseparable
We dance
A never ending tango trying not to step on each others toes
But when I am you and you are me but then their is she
What is left?
A tear a break a whole to big sink deep
I fight the current to resurface but your heavy anchor pulls me down
Cut the anchor pulling me down
No longer held by your toxic desires
I am free
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