Chronic Doormat Syndrome
You walk all over me,
And yet, I stand here still,
And wait for you to come around,
Though I know you never will
I step outside myself,
And I know I'm rare, and strange,
To love you, though I know you,
And I know you'll never change
And with my twisted logic,
It doesn't even matter,
That every dream I dare to dream,
I know you'll someday shatter
The days I spend with you are dark,
My prayers are for a dawn,
But when you are a doormat,
You don't get to move on.
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