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...thinking always got you into trouble...

I was just thinking,
if you were a sick man,
you just might do a sick thing.
It would be perfect...
the way your cards
have been played.
Perfect to hide 
your cravings
that you are so ashamed.
This is what I think...
too afraid to say.
As silently I pray
tomorrow it won't be
too late.
And if you ever read this-
What will I say
when you ask,
"If I were a sick man,
what would I do?"
That's when at that moment
I would take the gun from you.
If I were a sick woman
I just might do a sick thing.
You've always said
I was mental
Maybe you'll be 
the reason to blame...
Once from those walls,
your brains 
I'll sit and scrape....
...till a body might walk in
So they can see 
What I've done to you.
Then I'd let them 
take the gun
only to make them
shoot it at me
So they could feel through my death
What you've done to me.
This was just something
I was just thinking.

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