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When you looked deep into my eyes
And your look was of goodbye, I swear I didn't believe it
I found you strange, I leaned over
About your body and I doubted
And I crawled and scratched you
And I held on to your hair
On your chest, your pajamas
At your feet, at the foot of the bed

No affection, no blanket
On the rug behind the door
I complained quietly
I started to curse our home
To dirty your name, to humiliate you
And take revenge at any cost
Worshiping you inside out
To show that I'm still yours
Until I prove that I'm still yours