Hit
I’ve been hit with a mack truck,
or maybe i’ve just been punched in the gut;
Being brave is a recipe for pain;
Better to slice up your thoughts,
may keep you relatively sane.
I’ve been sent to the gas chamber,
my hearts at a million beats a minute;
Why can’t it just short circuit?
I’m done with every bit of it.
Slice up my lip,
make sure you leave a scar;
Just wipe my memory clean
with that can of kerosene;
Sever the ties between my heart and my head,
tug o war is no way to treat a friend;
l swear you take that knife to my heart,
I promise to never bleed on you again.
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