with that cut, all ties were severed
the knives stuck to my back, uncountable
i will never comprehend facing your back
but that's pretty fine, for its life.
flinging into rage i sought the window.
pulling back, i loaded my hand
for the glass, some hell to administer
i thought i glimpse the other me
staring smiling back, his face was sinister
gasp i went, my hand faded away
guess i'll save it, for another day.
i'll never know what you stuck into my back
im getting the reason to dont give shit about you.
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