Time hurry up and heal these wounds of mine because I can't shake these honest lies, I can't break these growing vines. You say that life can't be fixed overnight, well come and sing me a lullaby cause' I can't feel much tonight. I am a man in a tunnel with no light at the end so do me a favor and make it all end so I can tend to a better life. Go on judging me, acting like you know me, your time will come at those judgment gates, with nail marked hands and murderer slapped across your face.
-M
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