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Anonymous Angst
Sing your tired pathetic songs.
The tragic fallen hero.
Who never does wrong.
How would they know?
Unless you told them.
Painting me the ungrateful one.
While I played your yes-girl,
night after painful night.
I don't want to touch you,
because you make me crazy,
sick to my stomach, even dizzy.
Please tell me, do you please yourself?
Am I even getting through?
I'm so sick of your lies.
You're so weak you can't see.
My strength, my endurance.
By getting thru it all,
your shit and mine.
Then you berate me,
because I dare to fall,
needing a rest from it all.
