The lesson
Yes ive always been a bitch, and nothing less
It was your strengh Ill admit,
but how about you and everything you put me through
But I cant blame you. At my best i wasnt you!
You taught me nothing is better than a farce.
But you see nothing isnt better with a lie.
Its a sore a reason to be lore. Living in fantasy.
A tale to be said again and again. This time is different.
You made me give up a chance for light.
A bite of the sun, a time to be in-different.
But Im your son, and ill stand with this knife
Sharp, and ready to slice.
Im ready to roll the dice, Im sure itll be alright.
As you taught me reputation is a delight,
something more important than life.
Its time too give up, start living a life with no meaning
I used too think I was smart but im not.
If i was i wouldve seen this bullet before it penetrates
Before, i could relate have the same problems you do
These mistakes made over and over again
Its time too pretend
Time to let in the darkness in
I have nothing left to turn too
Nothing left.
The lesson is, I only have me. A hall or mirrors
To walk alone nothing but to turn into stone
Here Endeth the lesson
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