Sweet stabbing knives that rip my insides out,
And delving claws that tear my heart to shreds
It gives me something to obsess about
And fills blank spaces inside both our heads.
I want you to do this thing but I don't
Understand how you could do it to me.
I really want you just to say you won't
Although I've said you can and that you're free.
It makes me stronger, toughens up my frown,
It gives me things to write about a lot
Let's build a monument then burn it down
It's hard to know what's right until it's not.
God gave us free will so we all could choose,
But sometimes any way you go you lose.
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