Sickend
Screws in my head
Turned by what you said
Burned inside my cage
By heat of screaming rage
Unfair is your life
Sickened by the wife
Quickend by the friend
That you still pretend, to be
Chase after the skin
Learning where I have been
Turning to get the kiss
Take it all back, you wish
Copyright © Daniel Mitchell | Year Posted 2011
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