We all should’ve known about the past I hold inside me
I’m weakening when you should’ve known I’m poor
there’s nobody to call my own friends nor family
because I can’t be a believer
This so-called story of my life
I can’t seem to loosen up
my stomach is in knots I carry a knife
because she needs me to shut up
She’s been a real enemy lately
and I can’t believe she won’t accept who I am
well I want her to be accepting me
even though my misactions are mistaken
Haven’t we’ve been there before?
when we expect to hear from others
well I fell face down on my floor
and nobody fucking gives a fuck if he or she cares
Let’s not be hesitant, shall we?
and there’s a blur in my past self
I’ve been so dearly lately
and I carry that bloodstained knife
You’ve been my misery and woe
I can’t go on with my imprisonment
she’s not perfect either that’s a no
so she laughs at me like it’s amusement
You’ve been a fucking whore
and a fucking skank too
oh well then this I swore
I’ve got displeasing memories of you
Welcome to my eternal hell
and you can’t even look at me
what the fuck bitch? Oh well
you’ve been motherfucking slutty
Well as I end with a final warning
and you’ve been not accepting me
this story must go off with its ending
as I lay face down on the floor in misery
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