When you come around....
I know longer feel down
But, do you cringe when my heels make a sound?
And I owe you not to give my quintessential frown
I suppose somewhere I have forgotten to love myself
And my depression let me hear nonsense
Perhaps, I must take pride in oneself
But tell me do I lead you on a chase of suspense?
I call you on the phone, and yet no answer
Fuck you, and your drunkenness too
And sure I have battled bloody cancer
So go find yourself a pew, and screw
I think this is about as angry as I can get
And despite that I feel relatively pleasant
....So now after these words, I suppose you just want to jet
And just implore me that I am on your feudal system as you peasant
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