You just needed to know that
you could still get under my skin
Not that I thought the worst of you
Foolishly, I tend to see
the best in everyone
But you always find a way
to throw me off my game
In my head, I believed that you
took a sort of pleasure in it
Savored me second-guessing
Enjoyed pushing my buttons
And I hate it
I hate that, even when
I don't want you to know,
you know
I always keep my composure
But it terrifies me
That you have all the ammunition
if anyone ever wanted to open fire on me
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