CatharsisMature

Don't feed the mother #*#%ing animals.

Why change tomorrow when you can change today,
lightweight, get off your high horse and float away
if you think I'll be a fucking foothold for your fame,
mute, because it's time for you to think again.

Strange how quickly the tide can turn, 
One mistake later and a friend is burnt,
Well if you feed the fire, you fuel the flames,
You'll soon learn that I won't burn again.

I split my love three ways for far too long
you tore me apart so I hit the horizon
You wanted more of me than you deserved,
Well guess what, now you've hit a nerve.

Why change tomorrow when you can change today?
 lightweight, get off your high horse and float away
if you think I'll be a fucking foothold for your fame,
mute, because it's time for you to think again.

Retort.

 

 

 

 

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