Why are we like this?
Every time
The arguments
Constantly
No reason nor rhyme
.
We chug on
Gluttony for punishment
Bring it the fuck on
.
Rage in your tyranny
For every poxy mistake
God I’m fed up
I’ve had all I can take
.
Can’t do right for doing wrong
Don’t talk nor listen
I’m putrid, poisonous waste
Infect you with my touch
.
Love is barren, dwindling away
Like this constant purgatory
That is life as it is
Us as we are
Is anything but bliss
“Can’t do right for doing wrong
Don’t talk nor listen
I’m putrid, poisonous waste
Infect you with my touch”
YES. I feel this. Great job, Phil.
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Thank you Tara
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