Truth is just facts that stand there for the long time we live, But my tooth is telling me the truth is as painfully as the needle in your back, The one you got from Ciara after her friend took the last spec of pride you had, As i watched her drag you from the bathroom that's a sight i can't stop seeing, The yells you gave and the fact that she never cared, As the girl you had a crush on blatantly staring as you got beat made me think of the time you cried for her after her mother died, I saw pity in her eyes as you head cracked against the floor, the pretty red colors painted the ground, as i stepped in the way to stop you from getting worse she said it's your fault her friend gave her life, i grabbed her and held her mouth to tight so she could not hurt me anymore with the words i once redeemed to for comfort.
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