Helps you up
Your tree
Pushes your
Hands free.
Reminds you
Of my
Epiphany.
Now its all
Gone.
And sunk in the
Mud
The last things
We heard
Now inscribed in lead.
Inside my skin.
Look at my
Epitaph
All sad and
Left in hell
Kind of reminds
You that
I never made it through.
I told and I
Argued
The sins that
Were taught and
Nobody listened
But nobody cared
So nobody guessed
That we wouldn't
Pull through.
So when the time comes
And some times it does
Just don't let that
Time we played and
Were gone
Disturb all your
Thoughts and
Condemn all your pride
Cus I disagree
With all that you've
Done.
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