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By softreign Date: 2006 Apr 11 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.11.01.08.1616]] |
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To your friends you are a god And I'm the whore you're redeeming They think you walk on water and you're a saint I wish they could see what I see and feel what I do You're a mama's boy and a kiss ass and sometimes a doormat You never stand up for me when your friends drag me thru the mud You probably wouldn't stand up for yourself You're a scared little boy who never hurts anyone's feeling Except that is, for me You're tearing me apart in pieces And you're friends are there cheering you on I hope you recognize what went wrong once I'm gone Because I will not give you the words Your silence will be your prison and you can tend to it alone I refuse to be your warden anymore I will not speak for you or tell you what to do I hope your friends are as important when I'm gone as they are now They can feed your soul through the bars of your silence They'll feed you the same flattering bullshit you've been eating for years Whatever they want to say to get your assistance Or money or a ride home when their drunk I hope it's all worth it |