the withering man

you say I will become another version of my bad past
can you love the truth
I'll live in a box and eat the shit you serve
I'll place my faith in a god the kills children
old flaws bleed with admiration
dirty nails tell me I'm not welcome
dirty skin stinks like forever
I'll walk away and give you peace
I'll become the withering man
I will hold my breath
I will hold back the vomit
blame me when you suffer
blame me when you need freedom
come back when you are well my love

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