Anything that is bad
Is what you can make me
And I find it to be sad
That it is from you, I want to often flee
Because what's the sense being around
If doing that just makes me worse
To the point I listen to any bad sound
And start to curse
It is clearly true
I'm wasting my time
Because I can't get any good from you
Without you, is the only way I can be fine
©arianna.b
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