there's two arms you could break how low can you descend approach the subject kindly you've chosen to defend those tears are not for real they're falling on command a harsh decision maybe you're living on remand your mind is thinking madness much more you could not take before you fall on bad days and lower your defence as always... suddenly demanding, choosing not to feed on all this sadness my stomach tends to fold when I speak of your name accept that you're regretful accept that you're not safe your life is contradiction a life that's bruised and torn I've chosen toleration you've chosen to dismiss as always suddenly demanding, the truth is always worse when you are sober suddenly demanding, choosing not to feed on all this sadness suddenly demanding, choosing not to feed on all this sadness "this sadness is my own"
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