Who's that man that stands in front of me, maybe it's the dark side that's followed me along, maybe it's the man that haunts my everyday life more than my dreams, how do I lie and tell you to go away when all you've ever done is stick beside me. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't full of support or I think I would know who you are. But in a sick way, your toxicity is gravitating. It keeps me close.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
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