They want you
You push them straight
Their tries and lies
Mack and a will with brace
Melt you down, that pride they crake
Then you desire
They push you back
You call yourself a clown, a crap
Ached and drawn
Become quite with wordily smacks
They want you back
With no lies, real tries, no craps and trap
Not wishing a revenge or any desire
You are gone never to look back
Loud callings and apologies
Neither strikes the ears nor touches the heart
Your are gone to never look back
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