You play a role to the people.
You use me to as a prop.
As if I have no feelings.
But let me tell you.
I. Feel. Everything.
So I am locking my doors.
I'm calling cur from this little play.
My set is closing down
I'm mending broken fences
And I am living with out you.
End Scene. Cue Credits.
(Trust me, you're not there)
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