Handcuffs too tight, I’m marched

Down bare streets

With bare feet

I used to love you

You know, you made

Me feel complete

You were everything

To me, but now I hate you

I hate you, I hate

Everything about you

If I could run any faster

Away, I would, but these

Cuffs are too tight. The

Memory of you holds me

Still, but time drags me along

March, it says. March.

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