The Little Pity Committee
The little pity committee
And I'm the president
I see everything that's
Good as a strange gesture just
to get close to me
Then when I feel they are in my
hearts they love to tweak it
Rip it, shred it, obliterate it
I thought I could change
But it gets worse
And everytime it gets worse I
want to cling to someone else
so they can help me
Yet
I become an even bigger
burden
And everyone I cling to leaves
me
I can't deal with this alone
I need someone
My whole life is based upon one
person
The only person who hasn't
ripped
My heart out and skewered it
with the points of their teeth
And as soon as that person
decides to change
As will I
And the rags
The remaining trash of my
heart left in my soul will yearn
for a new horizon summoned in
one word
Death
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