I told him I loved him
when the truth was
that I needed protection
and he was the first to give any
though he said he kinda liked me
I think he the truth I wasn't saying
but I don't think he cared
even when I told him
a lot of the time
I might back up
from what I've gone through
I'm sure he would understand
not everything can happen
when it might seem right
he knows there would be trouble
with getting me to do things
that I've had done before
he knows I'll think differently
than what I know is true
but it's all because
of my horrible padt
that I can't make leave
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