How dare you think that every piece I write is about you?
It’s been about four years
Why do you still think
I want you
Once I loved your touch
That was four years ago
Not now
How dare you think
That every piece I write
Is about you
So full of yourself
Are you happy now
That you are on my mind
Once I thought
I couldn’t live without you
I’m alive without you now
How dare you think
You can manipulate
And twist the truth
So full of yourself
I can see that smug face
Knowing this is about you
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