To me your life
Means more than mine.
Drop the knife.
Quit saying you’re fine.
Everyone is blind.
They don’t see the cuts.
They’ve lost their minds,
Those mangy mutts.
I don’t want to see
Them hurting you.
If they were to ask me,
I’d refuse to.
You’re too important
To be treated this way.
They couldn’t,
If I had a say.
To me your life
Means more than mine,
So drop the knife.
I already know you are not fine.
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