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Nov 2014
I guess it never paid to be the son of a preacher
Sometimes the irony is just what murders me
Let's forget all the lies and the promises we're making
Well I guess this life is just ripe for the taking

So ******* is this how you show your god's love?
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, *******

I spent all my time apologizing for those little things
But lord I didn't know quite what the future would bring
If I come out swinging it's cause I don't know where I am
I never said I wasn't just a shell of a man

Is this your god's love?
So tell me where you learned this one

Screaming on the front steps like a bat outta hell
That traitor looked me in the eyes and tried to blame me, well
In this life it doesn't matter where your heart's at
as long as you don't come out smelling like a rat

And the sirens can wail
Shaking like the winter will never end
I can hear myself slam that door
Over and over again
That cold steel embrace never leaves
I wish they could make us wear our hearts on our sleeves

And then what would your scarlet letter be,
does it hurt enough to make you bleed?
well don't you worry your precious head boy
we can help you with that, ha ha!

Tell yourself you're not what you've become
just get going boy, don't think, just run
when you find yourself maybe it'll be enough
to account for the hell you brought with you

The sirens can wail
shaking like the winter will never end
I'll forever be slamming your stupid door
over and over again
And the cold steel you'll see
is as icy as ice can ever be

So wear your scarlet letter, wear it well
If you can forgive yourself only time can tell
I'll never be able to scour out these moments behind my eyes
brush off the names and judgement calls and start it all over again
J
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J  29/M/los angeles
(29/M/los angeles)   
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