So he walks by me
he has no idea, does he
i can't even breath
even though the sound of his name makes me seeth
and he doesn't know
that i keep all the stuff he gave me
right in a box beneath my bed
we're no longer together
but he's still in my head
but then he looks at me
i look away
i fake a laugh
just so he doesn't see
that he still has a hold over me.
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