Stabbed And Stamped Onmature
Feel &%@%ed like an animal
A rage that slowly swallows me
just stick another knife in my back
you inconsiderate @*&##
I lay my heart on the line
and all I feel is distress
and I blame you
do you not know me at all?
I get these pains
A slow moving sickness
Look what your doing to me
Is it worth it any more?
Am I worth a single thing?
Im smashing down these walls
In this glass box is my existence
Are you worth fighting for?
When I feel like you forget about me.
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Stabbed And Stamped On, which
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