yesterday i died
Yesterday i died. Yesterday I died a little inside.
I tried oh how I tried not to but I still cried.
I cried and I cried but the pain just wouldn't subside.
Like a thousand knives inside I had no choice.
The pain I must abide.
Inside I was dying losing my voice.
Yesterday I died a little inside.
I died for all the mother's the sister's the wives
Who have been left behind forgotten by their son's daughters husbands that have ever broke a promise.
Who have been torn up spit back out. Who have ever been so blind they can't see the warning signs that the
Powers that be have laid out for us. Believed the lies they spoon feed you like sour mash it burns only for a second. Poor naive little kittens are we to the trough we feed. Just know yesterday someone died a little inside.
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