At times things seem tough
They dont make sense
Meaningless, caught rough
You use us like a past tense
How sad it all was
To be kicked around
Am i your fool, all because
I loved you? Hurt to t he ground
How dare I believe in you
In a case of any chance
I let you rule over my mind, no clue
The pain that came with a lance
Punctured wounds
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