Your grip is like steel

Oh I hate the way you make me feel

One hand on my heart

The other around me neck

You hold every single card in the deck

I’m choking, gasping, sputtering

Your grips tightening with intent

I’m struggling, fighting, stuttering

Your eyes fill with cold contempt

I just want to see what you see

And I’ll no longer crave your kiss

I just want to know what made you hate me

And I’ll quietly lay down for this


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