Get Out

Loosely Based On

I can't take my mind off you;

I thought you could heal me

But you are the disease

That consumes all my thoughts.

You've gotten too close,

Now you're stifling me

Obstructing my view

of the rest of the world.

take your acidic compliments

and drown them in drains.

I won't drink your poison anymore.

My thoughts are no longer

Yours in which to dwell.

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