There was a moment when I thought you cared;
The world was full of possibility
Which reached with open arms, embracing me.
That fatal hesitation, which I dared
To think was positive, completely snared
My soul and made it undeniably
Yours to dispose of. And so, naturally,
You disposed of it, and I in turn despaired.
That was a long, long time ago by now
And yet I have to harp on it, because
I see the moment looming up again.
You're crushing me again, I'm not sure how -
And yet I'm certain as I ever was -
Just please don't leave me like you left me then.
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