Leave a message
if you don't have the time
I'll rest my unrest knowing
you won't be back
o' love of mine
put on me the blame
for I didn't treat you right
I'll remember your game,
the lean despotism
please reward me with
a wound as you go,
a bruise to cherish
the memory of injustice,
even if it's fake
leave me a simper face.

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