We spoke on misguided terms.
A journey planned without regards.
Your visit is a guilt trip.
That scheming play on words.

You are a deceitful woman.
Believing we couldn’t see the truth.
Now you’re feigning innocence;
Using mental abuse.

You still don’t get it.
You’re not the boss of me;
You never were.

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