You’re a concrete shadow, followin’ me around,
Your litany of manipulations, will no longer illicit sound,
You’re heroin, not a hero, a lovin’ fist to the face,
You’re an Angel of Death, without any grace.
You ever have one of those people in your life that make you think that they care by doing things for you, but you realize that in order to get them to show they care like that they have to neglect you and abuse you and make your life horrible God knows how many times first? Even talking to them is like sticking your big toe in a river that has a current so intense that that is all that is needed to pull you under... I am trying to think of how to describe this, but it is so intense that I'm blinded by what I am feeling.
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