the stench is sort of painful.a strong, clear stench.
you'd like to think you're caught up but you'll still be following them.
every bit you ask for meaning.a little here and there.
you twist your words to shed some depth,you otherwise wouldn't care.
your reasons look distant, although your face would never tell.
the inner wars are a farce, your lies lead you to hell.
no one to be with you,so ask for a better start.
they wish you'd learn to give.wish you'd ask for a bigger heart.
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