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Should've Took the Latter
I can't explain this new disguise
I pretend to be happy but I'm dead inside.
I used to be content with his blue-green eyes
But he left me here.
He left me here.
He paid some dues to a donkey on the corner
Got his high on, while I became some foreigner
And although I tried to stop him
I always failed,
He never realized it
He was much more above it.
Alcohol played a part in it too
He drank down that bottle and beer became food
Money went down the drain
He didn't care.
He only cared about his own "fair" share.
What's more messed up is I contributed to the problem
If only, before, I knew his demons and goblins
But conscience is one thing,
and control, another
He had his choices.
It should've been the other.
