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Oct 2013
How was I suppose to know
how deep these wounds would really go?
Sinking to a new low
for how cheaply I've sold my soul

Feeling like an animal
in a cage with no room to grow
Treated like a criminal
convicted of all that you stole

I am hollow
my time borrowed
die today
live tomorrow

Whys it so subliminal?
around these issues we tip toe
Pain is more than physical
from hitting bottom of this hole

Couldnt be more miserable
but I guess you reap what you sow
I suppose I'll let it go
and tumble on down this spiral

I am hollow
my time borrowed
die today
live tomorrow

Its the bed that I made
foot in the grave
whats left to save
with everything I paid?
Jeremy Bean
Written by
Jeremy Bean  M/Detroit, Michigan
(M/Detroit, Michigan)   
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