I'd Be Pretty Damn Lost

I learned to block out your harmful actions,
To avoid the frustrations and pain,
I can now smile at your cruel remarks, waiting patiently as you felt ashamed.
Trust me, I wounded up in a turmoil of emotions, with you sitting next to me.
Your charm was like my drug, and I was in a desperate detox of you,
But you were the only thing keeping my pieces together,
You are my glue.

(It's pretty choppy)

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