You would have me beliving, thinking it was me when in reality, the mental problem is you I sit here trapped in a space not knowing which to believe the thoughts in my head or verbal indications from you one minute say one thing, the next saying the opposite i know that this is how you are, so why do I let it bother me I wish that you would just stop it for I am lost trapped in a space, wandering without a clue if the words that you say to me are words that are true called me psycho, yet you are the one that needs to be committed I talk to you and remain confused about what it is you're admiting I do the things I do simply because you leave me with no choice afraid of what you will do next, makes me silence my own voice saying that you can be with whomever only makes things worst very next moment you saying you will put me first which one is it because you seem to not know yourself sitting here like a sitting duck second guessing myself I only know you love me, bec...
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