Whipping Post, No More
When did I become the whipping post,
for your weaknesses and shortcomings?
You've plucked a few of my low moments.
Into an eternal mantra of all your defeats.
I never said I perfected the art of perfection.
I was never good at turning slag into gems.
If you really think I've totally failed, you.
That could very well mean you're a failure to me.
As they say, the apple doesn't stray far from the tree.
If you're dragging me down that broken glass path.
You can bet that you're going to get bloody with me.
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