You told me that without you I
wouldn’t have a thing to write about.
You told me that thanks to you I
have an army of verses protecting
my heart. You told me that you wrote
these words, my words. Am I supposed to thank you?
No. I used to think I should but no.
This is my curse, this is my blessing
in disguise, these are my words.
You took enough from me, I am not
going to let you have this.