If you want to leave, I won't stop you
I've heard that purity is a blank canvas for your dark art
You'd just love to put some of your paint on me, wouldn't you?
Well you can't.
I'd rather see you go than see myself crumble
My walls are stronger than my back door
It's right there, so you can get the fuck out
We've had this conversation a million times
And believe me, you're not the only one I've had it with
At least he loved me.
There's little I am proud of but
That is one thing I can say is MINE.
It will stay mine for as long as I see fit.
No words you say or cologne you wear can change that.
I am my own, this gift is beautiful
I've read regret. I've seen regret
I have not felt regret in the magnitude
I would have if your little plan had worked
I hope everything worked out for you.
You sure did a nice job making a mess around here.
I've been smudged a bit, but I got the tough stains out.
This canvas is clean.
Maybe one day love
Will turn me into the next Mona Lisa
Instead of smeared parchment in your grotesque gallery.
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