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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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