What? You think you know me?
Wrong.
You think you've got me all figured out,
don't you?
Wrong again.
Let me be so kind to inform you
that you have just barely scratched
the surface of me.
But I am now starting to see
what you are really made of.
And every portion of you,
poured out in front of me for evaluation,
gives me one more reason
to push you away.
So here I am,
...pushing you away
You only have yourself to blame
And everyone knows it but you.
Open up your pretty black eyes
and watch me turn my back to you,
You're so indulged,
and you're foolish enough to think
that I'll do whatver it takes
to stay at your feet.
I am NOT a string wrapped around
your precious guitar picking finger,
and I will NOT be the fool in your game.
So if you're looking for someone to bow to you.
You wont find her here.
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