You were suppose to be a perfect follower,
and yet you tend to be the opposite,
breaking the words together,
but still making it complete.
You were suppose to be my servant,
because at all cost I am higher,
I am the commander and you're the adjutant,
but you're the only one that makes this relationship for the better
I have dreamed of you as someone who's tying my shoes,
someone that would hide on my shadows,
but reality wouldn't be like that, you're almost no use,
cause you're never fit to be one, cause something inside grows.
Reality strucked me, a part of me has awaken,
I never thought that it would be visible,
I really saw myself now as your burden,
I never thought that I am like this, far from desirable.
All of this was fully etched in my heart,
and I tried to walk away,
but you stopped me from walking apart,
and embraced me, and made me feel gay.
You made me feel that you're a part of me,
erasing off my once selfish ambitions,
making myself selfless, and I let it be,
cause I have you in every sorts of conditions.
I am your rose, and you're my thorns,
I am the vulnerable, and you're my stronghold,
and all was gone, yes, I scorns,
because with you I was extolled.
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