Torturing ourselves, we must be into the abuse. If you're the rope that ties us together, then please make me a noose. Ask me to leave, then beg me just to stay. Used to run to my arms, but now I walk away. Come and go as you please. I'm like a part-time lover with well-worn knees.
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"Leave your low-down at the ding-dong" -- Vic, RvB