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I never seem to understand my role,

Which no one wants to play.

I'm forced to fork over the toll,

I can't afford to pay.

You may say that you love me,

You may expect me to believe,

Well, that's called embellishing,

Another lie you weave.

It's painful and it hurts me,

I can't keep pulling through,

Your silhouette I barely see,

Though I'm right in front of you.



You said you'd always be there,

You claimed you'd never go.

You left the room and flipped your hair,

And where you went, I still don't know.



I'm so confused, I'm lost, I don't get it.

I don't know what you meant, you just said it.

My name is Odio de Vivo, o quizل Odio de Yo.

You think I've been a jerk now, the storm is yet to show.



Because life's a meritocracy, and I just can't add up,

Because failure just compounds my stress, I just can't keep my grip.

I don't understand, no one to hold my hand, and I'm starting to slip.

      -Lo Ruhamah