You run after me,
Aware of all my faults, my fears.
I run from almost everything,
Always resulting in tears.
You're picking up my pieces,
Trying to carry me away.
But I'm so very stubborn,
And you leave me in dismay.
You may call me detached and unavailable,
But that's not how I see it.
I'm through with your controlling ways,
This relationship I finally quit.
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