And drown in your self pity
I want to bite the hand that feeds
Between my clenched tight teeth
Until it bleeds
I want to know what you're seeing
What you're screaming about
I want to know what it's like on the inside
When you're not looking out
I want you to fall like I did
From that high terraine
I want you to imagine
What it's like to be me
Without me having to explain.
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