Were you afraid to lose your liberty,

Or did you merely crave variety?

You wanted your freedom,

And pleasure is cheap.

But somewhere along you met me,

And it shook up your ground beneath.

I guess I know the state you’re in.

You couldn’t deny you felt for me,

But at the same time,

It didn’t call for more, did it?

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