My God, my mouth you say it did me in.

The years, the tears I shared with you my friend.

I sit and stare waiting for my pride to mend.

Tighten the reigns, hasten your step, many are

the pains you plotted while I slept.

You bastard child, you whore to the world.

Look within yourself. You have? Look again!

Cause I blame you for most of everything but

most of all I blame myself for giving you a chance.

And when everyone's gone, long live the traitor baby.

And now I have a different personality for every

piece of my broken heart.

Step on my back to further yourself brother.

This dagger has four bodies to it's resume.




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