Troubles

PleAse don’t pretend Lie to a child that somehow we are friends Even if I try to extend Your moving back into the future And we won’t ever be kin If that’s a game you’d like to play Take your misery I’m not afraid to walk away I didn’t make the simple mans mistake I saw a virtue in the struggle of the wait So when I don’t care to even glance in your eyes Don’t act as if it’s some ill willed surprise You had a chance just as I And just as in that sense we are alike I too can choose to exile your kind. So this is me saying with clarity You’ve exhausted all of my charity.

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