You said I was a user-
I said that I'd been used.
My temper, calmer, slower-
my trembling defused.
You said I had a problem
I thought you might be right
so I got rid of my collar
and I softened up my bite.
But: I got it in me always-
the kind of need that breaks you
and I mean it when I'm sorry,
and I swear, I didn't want to.
You said I was a user
I said that I'd been used.
And one of us was lying
and one of us was true.
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