If You Only Knew
What would they say
If they could see
The blood
Pooling
Under my sleeve even now,
Red as the glass of wine
My mother hands me
As a truce.
These 'cat scratches'
These 'accidents'
What I'm doing to try to
Make sense
Of what I have
And what I am
Though I'm just a simple man
A lost lamb
Your love's a sham
The understanding
It's just handing
Me the warrant
For my destruction
Don't
Forget me.
Don't forget me.
Don't forget
Me.
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