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I know I fucked up and I was wrong
But you killed me with freddy krouger gloves on,
I hit the gong, a song with ping pong echo
That's how I'll get over you
Messing up without other fools
I had a best friend, but she's dead to me now
You blocked access to my peers, didn't allow
me to lead a life that I wanted to have
depriving the will to be a sav
in everything I wanted to be
You chose everything for me to see
Blind from sea to shining sea
Living the so-called American Dream
with fat feet on top of a balance beam
and a shove in the wrong direction
death in natural selection
without water to see my reflection
I couldn't do anything for my own protection
Ocean currents push my boat one way
and you control the tide
You fucking lied, shoved me into the bay
And now I've become a part of your array
A grand scheme, lay me down to sleep
where one day, I imagine to creep
upon the life that I selected
rejected by you and your possessions
like a ball and chain, whip and cuffs
Is anything I ever did for you enough?
Here's your fucking book back, I don't want it
Thanks for bringing him, my eyes start to dim
everything you did, and everything you said
but I can't omit, so I'll wait til I'm dead
Bled my heart and the life out of me
A tree split in two, spread out debris
He can see that he's a pawn to a banshee
Can he see straight? Does he have an iris?
Nope, he got infected with the ebola virus
It's timeless, that everything I knew
is now on him
and everything I thought
is now on me
Stuck and never to be removed
I didn't approve, it has to be moved
But thanks to you, my life has improved
Because you're deleted, out of my life
Although you stabbed me with a butter knife
I'll be glad that I don't have a bitch for a wife

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