Eleventh Hour

It's like surgery

You were my left arm to me

Where is the glory?

In unnecessary physical amputee?

You don't have the decency

To express the obvious orally.

The distress, it's an injustice

What you've done to me,God


I'm an incredible sob story

Be a little boy

And take off like the road runner

Actually it's true to

State you fucked me over

More accurately, you smacked into me

Like a hit and run

Left for dead, in a Ghost Town

Pleading heard by absolutely no one.

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