My nose has stopped bleeding
but I still taste metal,
(I’ve stopped searching for the moon)

My rosy lenses now shattered pieces
I see you, glass and stone _

Its got to End (worn game, your charade)
With a taut voice you chisel love
& inspire rage, dis


I have to ask: is this
right now?

I have to ask: will you ever learn? (Or)
Use your identity just to remind (guilttrip)
Who gave me birth?

I learned a long time ago I was never first
I learned a long time ago:
Who was first
Was it you?
Or your extension?


          (AUTHORS NOTE: you play me too often, even if you dislike the song)

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