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What good is it for somebody to know
Their thoughts are fucked but they can't them go?
I'm just a self-aware asshole
I won't say it 'til I mean it it's why I'm quiet
I wouldn't call it self-control, I'm undecided
It festers on the inside
But you can bet I hate the way you make me feel
Like a spoiled child who has to share his meal
I don't want it anymore
Now I'm the coward crook who cannot fire his gun
If I shoot you, friend, then both of us draw blood
A shot at you is a shot at me
And when I wrote this song it sounded like you
And like grinding teeth, this is the release
Of your spirit through my hateful love
No pleasure does it bring and I know full well the irony
Still, it isn't fair to just be self away of the resentment
I keep on a leash
I cannot put this beast down