I hear them talk
And thru the wall
About our love
And how it'll fail and fall
Cause you hate me
How everybody hates me
A losers vice
A bowl of herbs
Broken down and for a serve
Because you hate me
I hate them all
I'm so tired
The feeling my hand is
In the fire
I blister and bleed
Till they call
I know what I want
But my needs are
Dragging along
Enter in
Obsolete
My feelings here
Can't be seen
You won't miss me
You wont miss me when I'm gone
A grain
Obtained by my mind
Watching sand turn in to slime
And what's within me
It makes me feel so empty
©friedman27
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