Twist that knife, push it in as deep as you can
beat me down, if that is your plan
the pain wont compare to my own thoughts
my brain on overdrive it hurts, tied in knots
You dig my grave, before my story is told
dance on its surface, before I'm even cold
But you cant hurt me more than my own brain
when it is on fire with bad thoughts again
You don't pull the punches, you kick so hard
every bruise a calling card
nothing approaches the agony the mind broaches
when it thinks of all those harsh reproaches
So bring your worst, your words can sting
throughout ill just sing
you can try your hardest to put me down
but ill stand proud, I wont drown
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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