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With your silence, you accuse me of all

The degenerate things I could possibly do

You hate me for everything that I am

And that I'm not

You gave up on me before I even had a chance

And you yelled at me for it

I thought I could take it

I thought I could take you

But you keep trying to kill me

With each silent word that leaves your lips

And I can't take it anymore

You've broken me down

You've thrown away the key

To the chains you've wrapped around my neck

As you suffocate me into a submission

That you will never let me free of

Until I die

And let you be free

Of the burden of a constant fuck up

That is me.



April 10, 2003