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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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