Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack
The screeching snare of the witch's lips came to a purse. She narrowed on the billow watching a troubled man looking in the mirror. "Excuse me," she said. As she watched him, his eyes turned a glowing red. "What is it you could possibly want? Why are you always bothering me?" He said. "Can't you see I'm unwilling? I'm sick of your constant intrusion. Will you just let me be? I can't feel for myself ever." "I'm sick of you as much you are of me," she replied. "Now listen to what I'm telling you, you cannot lie to me, and I will punish you if you do. Do you understand, to ever be accepted by me, you must be..." There was a pause "... perfect?" "I'm shelled in my world and anytime you tell me how I should feel, you kill me inside Don't you know that I'm sick of it? I can't be myself around you, there is no me. There is only your want for me." The witch flew away f