Everybody else has a line they cannot cross,
I'd drew them myself before we became friends,
They wouldn't have any say about it,
But you've never been everybody else to me,
And that means there's nothing between us that you can't cross,
You are free to come here and strike me down and kill me,
Even when I don't welcome it,
I'd never lift a finger to strike you down and kill you first,
So maybe there is a line for us after all,
Going in spirals,
You moving in,
And I, moving out.
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