Listen Close

Say something sweet,
Or tell me you love me;
Maybe I'll stay just a little longer.
Everyone who comes near
Only to see me leave
Never knows
Even the first thing about 'why'.

Kidnap my senses;
I'll steal them right back.
Listen a little to my inner mind,
Learn the motive behind my madness.

Mark well the words:
Errors have been made.

People and I don't get along, and
Love has a way of kicking my ass.
Ergo, I tend to run away
And maybe I'm a bit scared of you.
So that's why I leave people, that's my
Explanation.

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