staying here
is ripping me in half
but i wont shed a tear
because im not a baby calf
i cant tell you
how much it pains me
to not be true
about the pain im caused by thee
you yell
you scream
i cant tell
you how much i wish my life was a dream
if i told you
you would hate me
all i know is whats true
and it will hurt more than a stinging bee
i dont like the feeling
of being near you
i feel like im dealing
with an evil that is new
i want to just run
and stay away
but you have a gun
to make me stay
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