You win,
I'll lay here
And fight with
The memory
Of what you did
And that alone
Will drive me up
And out of bed
I'm tired
Of letting you win
Of letting you take
More from me than
Any man deserves
Having done what
You did
Having lived this life
In the darkness
Of your memory
Haunting every step
That I take
Filling me with such
Disgust for you
For myself
For the hate
You planted inside me
Along with yourself
It's this rage
That wakes me
And sends me running
Down the hall
To pour out my
Disillusionment
Here...
Where I know
There's someone
Who will read
And understand
I hate being alone
With your memory
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