What the fuck have I become?
Where the fuck do I
Monday morning same old story
Would you care if I changed
Beauty comes to haunt you, to stop you
A warning from
The TV's one but I'm at the bar
Another tragedy where
Fidelities strong
Burning the wood that ignites the flame
Losing your trust
It's not the time
It's not the place
Everything is always misplaced
My
Everyone make a mistake
Apologies always come late
Cause I'm stranded in
You swear you're right, well then prove what you said
If
Shut your fucking mouth
Beware of what you said
Yea you may
A wilting rose has a short lifeEscaping one vindication to
I'm dyingThe taste of poison is coated with honeyReplacingWhat flows
ChangingEven when you never want itHopingThat everyone will still be
Hog tied and beatenThat's how my head feelsThat's how some
Can't you see whyAnd where I'm coming from?I get no
There was a time, and a placeWe will rise every
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