Insignificant
I don't mean to strip you're pride
But are your hands as empty as mine
Your starting to bend inside
So repent
Trust me when I ask you to believe
That true love is never letting you see
And when forever ends
In forgiveness is my resent
It is not a question of what's wrong
But what do you presieve as right
The blame I take as mine cuz
Every choice will have it's price
You could slit your wrist for spite
But it still wouldn't give you back your life
Your starting to understand how these shoes feel
And how they fit
Your hands sting and bleed
some things run deeper than what they seem
I've suffered for your content
But it's all insignificant
The End
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