shut up and listen
Sitting, waiting on the carpet floor
begging him to lower his hand
Pulling his tensions more and more
but I guess you'll never understand
What it was like growing in a downhill grave yard
Well I'll tell you it's still fucking hard
Crush me, but don't crush my nonexisting hope
Spit on my face and hang my head in your rope
Your hate is as strong as my little finger
but you still let me linger, let me linger
Although you make every leaf on every tree turn grey
I'll take all the wrong turns to make you stay
gonatt.
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