sore

By spoder

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Could you tell me really what you want

I'll be waiting after dawn

By December I'll be out and gone

Don't hold me to promise

My legs sore

Can't do it no more

I told a lie straight to your face, stay away

I knew you, you knew me

The thought had consumed me

I knew you, you knew me

The thought had-

I'm tired

You liar

Keep my brain all wired

I'm tired

You liar

The thought is so dire

My name on the grave

Tell me you're okay

Tell me it's all the same

Tell me I don't bring shame to you