Forget the friends who took your shoes,
And filled your life with great pain
That was unnecesary but required anyway.

You fall into the snowbank and just sit there
Giving up on this day,
Though it isn't over yet.

Clouds look like rocks stalled in the bleak sky,
The sun is torturing your eyes with its truth,
My voice swimming in your mind
Reminding you of what you've done,
Making you sick.

(I know my words haunt you, from the look on your face when I come around)

You asked for forgiveness,
Even though you'd do it all again...
But I am not Jesus,
And you can go to hell.

How can you sleep at night? Knowing what you've done to others?


P.S. Can and do are very different words by the way folks.

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