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Scapegoat These Cards We Re Dealt

I find the bridge we built and burn it down lord knows I've carried this weight by myself, by myself thru stories told, we space between the cast & mold we

had For after falling in their arms They just fucked me in the ass But in a way we paved the way We've dropped our pants and touched our toes away We'

not wanted in this space, this place Cant stand the thought of, of me inside you It feels like I cant breathe Everything you ever said was a lie Everything we

that very man on the corner with sign in his hands has lost his whole as the six to a twelve year old, I became that very man with the hole faster than

the guilt, but you'll choke on me, my taste, & all whom I've tasted words, deepest of deep from neck to my toes in this current that flows from a lie these

the battleground, I sigh I've gasolined myself without a match to light Forget the literal Look a little deeper in these words (heaven, open) Before you talk You're