Black and blue
But worse than a bruise
I still choose you for an escape
Hand in hand down the darkest corridor
I don't know who I am anymore
I trip over the smallest cracks and you just laugh
And when I'm not fast enough you give me a smack.
I throw your hand from my grasp but
You come right back and attack worse than before
Ive never been so sore
Ive never hated anyone more
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