Power in your hands, mind unstable
You hurt and ruin a player's purpose
Now your faults have come to surface
You crossed out my name in every note
A hemorrhage of ink in glistening coats
My blood and sweat all gone to waste
If you're going to steal, atleast have good taste
You raised me up and cut me down
Kicked me across the painted ground
The pain you caused aches down deep
The living hell when I can't sleep
The lacerations have left horrible scars
Anger clings in tissue against my heavy heart
I'm tired of hurting so I keep my doors shut
Your words and actions are like razors that cut
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