Say what you wanted
Whatever I say doensn't hold truth
I'm never gonna tell you
minutes gone spoiled
Left to rot, dry, rot
I'll be your tudor, your teacher
My jaws are worn out, so are my knees
Thoughts left unsaid
They crave for many
and hunger, but I don't
Just leave them and starve to death
they'll shut up or I'll make myself
putting a blade on bare skin
threatening our own life
You are my hostage
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