I’m curious of the way you transfer the blame
To make me feel ashamed for things that I’ve said
To make me believe that you wanted more than just me in your bed
Or to stir all the thoughts I over think in my head
I’m curious to know how you spoke your words so well
How you pretended to pick me up whenever I fell
I’m curious if you knew the way that it felt
When you decided I was less than somebody else
I can’t say I forgive you because it didn’t happen yet
Why would you go when I wasn’t ready yet?
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