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If I ever start I won't be able to stop.
Stop, stop killing me please.
Bright lights and my fist pull back, that’s an attack.
No maybe or probably if they wouldn't eventually find the bodies
Would be a habit not a hobby
Pardon me I haven't had my meds,
The toss and turning in my head,
And there it goes the color red.
Woe, what does it really mean,
What it really meant is only a dis- ease.
Who do I eat? Breathe for me.
This be no favor, its a job till the energy disperse.
If I ever start, they won't want me to stop.
Thanks for the curse, continue to develop yours,
Do not defend those stats,
Its the same game with the same ending that's so exciting In the beginning.
We all grew accustomed and could Never really say "stop, stop draining me"
Stop, stop blaming me, it was flawed by design,
Yet you still whine while you categorize the hate and the likes,
You start to explain by saying “its like",
I beg to differ on what the mob of you concur.
Now we are at war just like the story of the stars
told long before the voices rose to the heavens with a plea...
Stop, stop killing me.