I'm trying to decide whether you are one or the other.
Though you act like you mean no harm, you strike a full blow however...
Even when you mend my wounds and caress my scars, your are the one who made them...
And then there's this approach... You go, but I know you are always there...
I can't forget you, neither get over you, so you take full advantage of that.
You know all my weaknesses and use them against me without remorse...
You're awful... Yet so charming...
What is it to you?
What is it to you, you need to retain me in your possession but not to claim me as a personal thing... Is like I'm yours but I'm still borrowed...
What is it really to you?
Can't you decide? 'Cause I sure can't...
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