I thought it was over but you had to be there sitting in that armchair, smoking a blunt, drinking a beer avoiding at all costs to look in the mirror, and especially my eyes because you know that I know that there is more to life than just what you show when that bottle is empty and that blunt nothing but ash you'll be ready to once again try the us in your past and I act like i'm different, yeah I pretending that I'm through But you know that when you're ready I'll be waiting for you.
Reason for writing:
my ex has such a hold over me. I tell him i'm through, but
the mother in me just needs to make sure that he is safe.
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