Troubled
Troubled I am
Thoughts no longer belong to me
No longer mine
A figure forever in-depth
Some what left behind
Forbidden desires
Truth being spoken
From a mad mans mind
Spectators say what you will
Think of gone
Or at least until
I’ll be who I am
No definition of family
Yet I will always respond
Yes maim, thank you, and please
I will always take a coward from his knees
I will always look to your hands
For royalties to be seized
I know not what is good
I go about things wrong
My following being secular guidance
Time and time again
It’s the same refuted song
For these reasons
I will never see a better home
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