I'm trapped inside, behind this mask he's put over me, behind those cold steely blue eyes. I'm still here but no one knows. He waited until the timing was perfect, lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting to take control. Can't somebody see there's something terribly wrong with me? Can't they tell I'm not myself? I'm …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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