the vile that leaves I believe wasn't of my fault, but
a halt to try to keep me from all my own insults
your a alchoholic
you pop too many pills
you don't take care of yourself
you don't have any skills,
the blood that leaves me to be free
isn't at fault
but If I halt I'd like to rinse the cut with salt
you don't deserve it easy
till the flagellation stills
you don't deserve the breath we gave you,
to a easy kill
the stole that leaves me freely isn't at fault
but a result of choices I made to revolt
©friedman27
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