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When you truly looked at my eyes
And your look was one of goodbye, I swear I didn't believe it
I found you strange, I leaned over
Your body and doubted it
And I dragged myself and I scratched you
And I held onto your hair
Onto your chest, your pajamas
Onto your feet, on 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 to get my revenge at any price
Worshiping you inside out
To show you that I'm still yours
Until proving you, that I'm still yours