she reminded me
of you and me and broken
and i was glad
to walk away
she said things
like you to me words spoken
as if you saved them
up to throw away
where did you find the venom?
when did you decide to sting?
who did you see when you looked at me
and said you don't mean anything?
well I don't feel your venom now
and I don't care who you sting
I know what I see when I look at me
Losing you was the start of everything
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