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Lame thing changeling

I cant help but hide that feeling,

My soul and life you're stealing.

Build me up or break me down,

You think I am just your clown.

Do your worst, I do not care.

Your bull **** is everywhere.

You mistake apathy for submission.

Your downfall is of your own volition.

I may die quietly and forgotten,

But your insides are forever rotten.

At least in my solitude Ill meet death with peace.

As for you, insanity and guilt will never cease.

Put me down, kick me out,

You think im bad and show no doubt.

Starve me, hit me, and yell to be sure.

Bury me in the ground, I will endure.

At the end of the day, you cannot **** me.

You cannot **** me, you cannot **** me, you cannot **** me.

Just remember, when you think iv met death,

I promise well both be there when you take your last breath

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sean-keane
Irish
Published
Nov 17, 2014
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