Oh I’m the confused one?

No, try: I’m the abused one!

And I don’t mean to accuse,

But I felt pretty used hun’.

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You told me I was in denial

But I felt like I lost something vital

And while you watched me spiral

You kept our relationship in idle

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The crimson flags were glaringly bright

And I wish this wasn’t all hindsight

Misunderstandings stopped me from asserting myself

My lack of nerve got me put on a shelf

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Your dodgieness made me draw a blank

I just didn’t know why you couldn’t be frank

I get you tried to save me from pain

But I felt strung along by your little game

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Oh, and your heart of glass? 

That was already shattered

Bruised and beaten

 Battered and tattered

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“I’ll fix it”, I said

“I’ll put that light back in your eyes and help make you whole!”

But that amount of compensation?

It ended up taking a toll

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You were a heavy heart to carry

But I just couldn’t put you down

And if I wasn’t wary

I surely would have drowned

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I just. Grew. Weary.

And so your eyes become teary

Which caused us to become dreary

And that gave me this theory:

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To you, the bond was second

Because my fondness of you was a blessing

So of course you’d do whatever it took

To make sure you’d never lose your personal nook

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What we had wasn’t a tie

Saying it was would feel like a lie

I felt more like your personal blanket

And each attempt to address that: you sank it

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Your comfort and my affection

They required all of your protection

And with that came the perfection of neglect

That someone with less direction would take years to detect

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But here’s some introspection:

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I failed you. I hurt you. And I wasn’t always true

My lack of discipline made you feel like a shrew.

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My emotions were Vesuvius

And you were like Pompeii

My mistakes were numerous

And you continued to pay

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My apologies were abundant

Like the sand on the shore

And when I went to repent

I always thought I should do more

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I gave it my all

And so did you

But we continued to fall

And there was nothing we could do

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I won’t sit here and act like I didn’t do you a great disservice

But I guess my pride thinks I don’t really deserve this

…

Before I stop here

Let’s make one thing clear:

We’re not the villains of this story

That vile person is far from here

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The bridge is not burned

It’s just closed for repairs

And I’m pretty sure “sorry”

Won’t cover either person’s fare

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You may hate me

You may want to erase me

And you’ve probably gone and replaced me

But I can’t say that’s the case for me

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Maybe once I’m a freeman

And you exercise your demons

We can give this thing another chance

But until then:

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Je t’aime et, bonne chance