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I have dreams,

She breaks them down.

I have a voice,

Hers is louder.

I have problems,

She convinces me her's are worse.

Four years later,

Why am I still with her.

I find my happiness,

She steals it away.

I try to pick up my pieces

She breaks me apart.

Now I'm hers.

My life is lived 

In the backseats of cars,

Behind closed doors,

Lying in a trunk,

With a guy I don't adore.