Me With You - Poem by Elizabeth Walker
Void and empty I gave up my soul,
I thought I was happy I felt so whole
But nothing completes me not when I'm with you
I hope you understand you're bad voodoo
It's not in my head I don't do it for fun
One day you'll be sorry when my head is next to a gun
I'm tired of tiptoeing just to please your every whim
I can't even be me, I have to create a pseudonym.
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