I'm jaded, worn out from the abuse
I hated being torn between you
and this noose
just cut me loose
I hang in despair
but this is life, who said that it's fair
I said I was there but you chose to ignore
you let me swing
always yearning for more
this rope makes me soar
as it twists and it burns
you must be in comfort
I'm taking both of our turns
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