And I will hang my head
Let the sadness seep
Quiver as the slivers spit
From your lips puncture me.
And I will fall on my knees
Begging you to cease
But still you lash your tongue and smash
What will is left in me
And I will fall at your feet
Fighting just to breathe
You turn away as if to say
You mean nothing to me
Writtin to "I will hang my head low" by the Decemberists
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