One month separationSeveral lifelines of painhaven't seen your eyescuz I
Standing on the devil's towerTalking to the godsLooking for an
Born with his innocenceNurtured only to serveTo serve as a
No shame for living lowBox life is all he knowsface
The dreams are so real and the lies are so
Your vile smell makes me sick you repulse meHow the
Silver spoon in mouth Not by his own choicePassion in
My world uncertain and coldVision in stone and blurredMobility is
Stop and take a lookStop and ReminisceAbout the time we
Fork Tongue ····He lost his mind every single dayNo visitations
Sometimes I ask myself why my thoughts are so insecureThese
To do to die to live to cryIs there a
Hold on strong never fear their voidNever fear their voidBeen
Corrupted by the promise of wordsThe hopeful lured by instinct
Many times in my lifeI've tried to end it allTo
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