The Hell You Created For Me
Pick me apart
Cut me down to size
I have to feel your pain
Need to take your abuse
Want to be your stepping stone
Let me take you to the top at my expense
I love to carry your weight on these shoulders
This back is strong
This ass is ready
To watch you make it
As jealously forms
Anger builds
My mental capacity at its max
I hold back the tears
I don't hold my ground
I let you succeed while i fail
When will it end
When will numbers have names again
When will the sunset be the same for all
In the end
Your green wont shield you
Your success no one will remember
Your face an entrance to a empty soul
All those possessions
All those diamonds
Wont build you a stairway to heaven
In the end it just becomes dark and all you will know is the hell you created for me.
Copyright © David Grasby | Year Posted 2022
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