I shackle my thoughts and bind my feelings: I feel the weight of the world when you're around. I’m sick of debates and your debate behavior, man - you're no nobody's savior, you are not what you think you are.
I thought you great; intellectual and sophisticate. A man of the world. Golden heart and rebel fisted, but the mark you have missed it: your point gets lost in the snide diatribe.
I believed in the things you told me I believed in the things you said. Back and forth floating around somewhere in my head. And I would live the way you showed me, and I held part of the cross you'd bear. I could not feel independent, but now that you're not here I can see it clearly now: I don't need you around.
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