Life the of my light has been extinguished
Leaving me in the winter night
with no fireplace to melt my heart
If I had the chance I would strangle you and live off your warmth
The promised warmth I never got
Its like taking a grave stone and nailing it to me saying
"Here lies...shit I forgot his name"
Take your jagged stones and bludgeon me till I go numb
I'll feel you less
What I got is what I had
So why did I invite you to share my wealth?
And my misery is only matched by my worst wishes upon your head
Sorry its not as good as "55" but I need to get it off my chest. (P.S. A revised version of "55" will be up soon)
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Worker bees can leave,
Even drones can fly away.
The queen is their slave.