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I was never your cure.

I was never your cure. I am your addiction.

You hurt me far too many times, I could mention

After it has all been done and said –

You thought you could leave, but I’m still in your head.

 

You’d never throw away your favorite punching bag.

I was supposed to be your lady and you were my man.

But you left me out to dry in the pouring thunderous rain.

I can hold my head up high, but you can’t say the same.

 

Still holding on, refusing to let go.

I’m moving on. You’re gripping the rope.

We both know you have just enough left;

To hang yourself – leaving nobody bereft.

 

I came into your life and helped you to find;

All the scattered pieces of your broken mind.

I made it my work to restore you to life.

But you took it all for granted when I became your wife.

 

And I was the one who had to pay the price;

Of your scandalous ways and former way of life.

You call me unfaithful, but I will not forget

The things you didn’t do and the things you never said.

 

I was never your cure. I am your addiction.

You told me who you were and I should have listened.

After it has all been done and said –

I will never let you hurt me again.

 

I was never your cure. I am your addiction.

You used me, abused me – with no sign of penitention.

After it has all been done and said –

I will never let you hurt me again.

 

I was never your cure. I am your addiction.

You hurt me far too many times, I could mention

After it has all been done and said –

I will never let you hurt me again.

 

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