Worst
This pain in my heart just won’t go away.
It rips at my soul and keeps love at bay.
I fill my head with lies, with things that cause me pain.
They control what I do and make me go insane.
I wish you would take it all, my sin and curse.
Soon you’ll have to learn what it is to be the worst.
I smoke away my thoughts, all my fears and pains.
Trying to leave it all behind, but yet it still remains.
I don’t want this anymore, this thing inside of me.
I just want it gone and truly be set free.
So you will take it all, my sin and curse.
Now you will have to learn.
What it is to be the WORST.
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