It's so easy for you to resist,
because I'm so fictionless.
Unlike a drawing in book,
I have a heart; the one you took
I took a chance- out on a limb
but you're chasing after him.
but really he isn't real
he's got no soul; no heart to heal
You don't know what could be yours
because your too busy hiding behind open doors
Come out of your fictional mind
because fictional eyes will make you blind.
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