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Ican still feel his toutch in my bed..
under my nose
on my lips
But he traded everything, for suffering,
And found himself alone.
I watched the lying, turn into hiding,
With scars on both his ribs, his fingertips...
Were melted to the bone..
Three days no sleeping, he gave up eating,
He sold his mother's rings, she said nothing,
And pretended not to know...
He started stealing, to supply the feeling,
Found out he pulled a knife, on someone's wife...
And held it to her throat.
But I can still remember what his face looked like,
When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night.
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
a gun'd do the trick, get it over with,
You're better off...
To take all that you've got and burn it on the spot,
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