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In the middle of all the chaos,

you were the one thing that stayed clear,

like in the center of 1,000 people 

your voice was the only I could hear. 

But soon after you got a taste of my existence,

a faintly painted picture of my life,

you gutted out my heart and feelings 

like I was a pig for slaughter and you were the butcher's knife.

Every time I confronted you, you offered a good excuse.

You seemed so deeply sincere,

especially when you'd look into my eyes 

and promised, "I never meant to hurt you, dear."

Now that spring has turned to summer

and we think we've grown up a little, 

I can almost convince myself you've changed

and that it was never you who left my heart and soul so brittle.

But no, I can't risk it, I won't take that chance

because baby your name could never be in the same sentence as romance.