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I am evening the score
I am cutting the umbilical cordcurled with my teeth against my knees
I am scratching at my consciousnesslike a bitch with fleas
I think you'll be greatly pleasedto learn that yours was the hardestitch to relievethis is mewithout my hairwelcome to my open stare
I got nothing to hide no morewhy disguise what isn't there
I am an eyesore
I am a detouryou can find me crying onthe shoulder of the roadand I will tell youwhat you want to hearbefore you goand that is thatyours was the hardest itch to relieveyours was the hardest itch to relieve
I've mapped out my courselooks like it's all uphill
I've got a heavy heart to carrybut a very strong willit's just hard to travelin the shadowof regretin fact it's so hardthat I haven't actually left yet
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