Carve your name into my chest.
Make it so I cannot sit, nor rest.
Carve your heart into my eyes.
You couldn’t,
Even if I gave you the knife,
And laid myself down in front of you.

You think the world owes you,
With nothing but the love of your mother,
Or the lack of your father.
So sit there and stew
In this world
That doesn’t care.

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