What if I just erase you?
This constant inevitability
for strength that I need
In fractured instability
Mixed with lust and greed
What's so good about mending broken pieces
When they don't even want you.
From corner rips to fingertips
And all things in between
Ink that drips
Acid trips
The need to be set free
What's so good about helping the helpless
When they won't dare help you
We won't just throw them away
Cause there's way too many
To wipe out human race
Would leave less than plenty
And the reward out runs the chase
It's paper cuts to our face..
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