I'm standing in a suit
As ragged as my nerves
And I agree what I've become
Is surely worth the hatred
That you've spat at me
The sky above me
The night so deep
That I could trip and drown
And still I see that you would dearly love
To shut me down
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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