In through the gates Im pulled.
Weather courage love or rage in a tear,
None of its my responsibility or care,
After all its your fault Im fucking here.

Ill never have a life,something to look foward,
Ill never find my love,father a child like I should,
Ill simply continue to die the rest of my life,drowning in a sea of lies
like you knew I would.

Ill never have a future,cause I just cant see the path,
The road to be filled with gardens and life;
now cluttered with your trash and your strife.

Pick up after the last the recycling of efforts,should learn from the past.
The recycling of pain,forgotton present,
youve forgotton everything,
now wheres mine worth to rightfully gain.

You tell me its ok to cry,
But what to do when rage is the drug of choice,
"Its ok to cry" You keep giving me reasons to keep my eyes moist.

Read between the lines to uncover what I want to know,
Turn the other cheek as well,
all the lies multiply ten fold.

Spend time instead now,
figuring out my actions,labeling it a mystery,
tell me all to avoid but not how,
as a result Im addicted to your history.

So tonight as I enjoy the only thing I dserve,resting my head to eleviate
all fears,
Ill sleep tight;
knowing hopefully youll drown in your tears.
 
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