Pulled by the grasping mind
Breaking the fairy tale
Of the air in your lungs
Almost forgetting your project
And leaving your life to the thieves.
I see the way you work
Leaving this mind for the next
I see the way you work
Drawing blanks
Leaving a mess in the shadow
I hate to have to be clean up
And I get no help
Fixing your messes
As you mean talk me
With your lack of skills
You hidden coward.
I see the way you work
Leaving this mind for the next
I see
I see
I see goddamit
The way you work
Forsaking me
In this hole of a sanctuary
I need to know why.
And now I see
The fault is all mine
Can I return
Can I be home?
I see the way you work
Fairness has forsaken me
What am I
What am I?
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