My intuition was right about you
You're not worth my while
To be more precise
We're made out of totally different doughs...
You like to possess
Dictate someone's life
That could work with someone else I suppose
Not me, I'm an agent of freedom and liberal will
I'd much rather die than be caged by anyone's charms
Conditional love doesn't have for me much of appeal
It's not real love it's transaction
I sounded alarm
From "caring lover", all of a sudden
You've a silent stranger, become
Silent Stranger
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