I don't heed the feed you bait me.
But, still I take the line.
I do it every time, when
Someone feels the need to break me
I'm holding back the tide
of what I have inside me.
How you pick me up and play me
and put me on a shelf
and leave me by myself with,
How you both condemn and save me.
So, wicked is your name
and tricky is the game I play.
I play.
I play it.
I play it.
Would it bother you to notice?
Would it hinder your beliefs?
And would it
be insane if I just leave?
If I just leave
it behind me
I'm only asking for the sake of my
curiosity.
My animosity is
boiling over catastrophic.
Leaving me down here with the heartsick.
Put me on a shelf.
Oh, I just can't help myself at all.
What would it take for you to notice?
Oh, what would it take for you to see,
The pains I take for you to listen?
Tell me how is it only me?

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