What you did
I opened a door
For you to see inside
You walked in
shoes on
And messed up my mind
If only we could forgive you
Maybe we could
But you played with my
Mind
You treated me like a puppet
Just playing my strings
I can't be a puppet
Not anymore
So I’m changing the locks
And throwing the key away.
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