your finger on the button
feels so good, like it should
your hateful teeth on call
moving swift, tore a rift
your guilt-trips fail to stick
you apologize, dab your eyes
I won't be fooled again
I'm too smart, will protect my heart
I cannot, will not, be
your dog to kick, your scab to pick
I will not be at fault
I'm not to blame, will feel no shame
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