I'm not waiting all night to tell you what you don't want to hear.
You don't have love for me.
You don't even have respect.
You gave me no time.
You give me no time.
No room to breathe.
You squeeze me when the air is already gone from my lungs.
Now they are empty and can't refill.
And as I twist in your coils,
This is not easy.
Did you think that it would be?
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