Knees
Oh! My twisted delusions!
The things that were done to me
But that's why I must take my medicine
with sweet peppermint tea.
To remember through the bitterness
what they mean to me.
Swallow my pride,
and feel sour inside,
Oh, how it clings to me.
slap and beat me,
Just defeat me,
keep me on my knees.
Can I forgive it?
I can, and I must to be free.
It feels better in stormy weather
with sweet peppermint tea.
Oh! The things that were done to me.
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