I see how you look away, trying to hide your eyes from mine I just look away as well thinking, ok, whatever, fine I'm over you, or at least that's what I say I think I actually love you since I keep going your way This is kinda like slavery I try to run away but I'm always pulled back Like your hounds hunting me down to attack I hang with you, we talk and laugh But it hurts inside to know I might never get you back Maybe I should ignore you, but it's to obvious Maybe I should move, or die.... This is kinda like slavery, I'd rather do anything else but cry
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