Free

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I'm poison to you,
Everything I do,
Comes back to you,
Even if it's not true.

I need to stay,
As far away,
From you as possible.
Maybe then you wouldn't get in trouble.

It's all my fault,
That your in pain,
It's all my fault,
You skin is stained.

The only way I can help,
Is if I stay the fuck away.
Maybe then you'll be free.
You'll be free from my misery.

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