We were as close as two sides of paper, with a bond of solid gold.
In anger I did abuse her. In love I did protect her.
Then one day there was this young man, he came and took my place.
Still, I did abuse her. But someone else protected her.
Then I saw the hollowness of my actions, the lack within my heart.
No longer did I abuse her. But no longer did I protect her.
The days are now stretched and long, as is the distance between us.
How I long to abuse her. How I ache to protect her.
Johnston
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