Avoidant of the decades
I lived in your accolades
And when I left you in the open
You left me go unspoken.
My pain is yours
To be written on all your doors
For everyone to know
Hatred is the new low.
And if I had something else to feel
I'd say it's not real
This is the new ordeal
Revenge with not much else to feel.
And in-between the praise
They don't know the man I raised.
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 4:43 PM UTC
Avoidant of the decades
I lived in your accolades
And when I left you in the open
You left me go unspoken.
My pain is yours
To be written on all your doors
For everyone to know
Hatred is the new low.
And if I had something else to feel
I'd say it's not real
This is the new ordeal
Revenge with not much else to feel.
And in-between the praise
They don't know the man I raised.
