Swear I was going to say it, but you spat on it first
A crutch spit shined with the value of a curse
And I could tell you why, but that would sell this short
The price of my old damn crippled heart, is compensated
By the sight of your face
And the worth of your words, I´ll let them make my day
But if you do what you want, and don´t care for me
I´m painfully envious of everything free
You got your ropes tied tight, chafing the best of me
And finally seeing where your legs would lead
So don´t water my lap with those starry eyes
That shit won´t fertilize
A home
Swear I was going to say it, but you spat on it first x4
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