Asherah

the spitting image of a [worm?] thats how I feel my days going like Ive been stepped on a thousand times what a dream my feet hurt my back aches and worse yet I miss you if I were to ask you to hurt me youd throw me over the edge wouldnt you loose me how could I let myself trust [you?] laughed when you spit in his face Im just a poor boy whose only home was in your arms I feel lost and alone I wish this light would end its like waiting for Christmas to come it never does not since you left not since you left me here just to come back for a little taste let me show you love if its too sour you can spit it out its not you you but now that I look back youre not worth a tea whore you sicken me say goodbye.
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