By Kiwi
Date: 18 May 2000
goodbye
you think it's your personal mission
to rescue me from myself
you think it's your job
to monitor what i eat
you tie me down
you feed me your morals
you're so damn holy
so right, so good, so pure
tell me where you were when we made love
i don't remember this man i see now
tell me why you're so intent on teaching me a lesson
the only lesson you taught me before was indifference
we are over, soldier boy
i have moved on
i will not be caught in the teeth of your criticism
any longer
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