I want to be mad at you
I want to say it's all your fault
Just when I thought it was safe
To put my heart on the line
You proved me wrong.
But then the part of me
That isn't corrupted, rusted
Wants to give you the benefit of the doubt
Wants to applaud your ability
To see right through me.
You want to talk about conflict?
There it is, babe
With a big freakin bow on it.
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