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Retribution

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can you be held accountable to all the lives you fucked up
can you be held accountable to skins cut off and rib cages sawed
i dont think you understand or comprehend the state of minds in desperate times
skewered images in bathroom mirrors paired up with messed up lines

time can heal but scars remain from fucked up needles and a body cage
what you said is what i kept and i know your words were never meant to stay
but they stuck to me like chloroform and glitter from bloody pride parades
i cried myself to sleep at day and night hoping they would go away

sure i'm in denial that these things were all my fault
fingers pointing back and forth the origins lost within the fog
an arrow shoots back at me and i find myself that i believe
if everything is fucked up then maybe the problem here is me

can you be held accountable for the fucked up things in my head
can you be held accountable so i can blame you for me instead
i wonder if i'm older i'll grow up to be like you
50/50 is better than zero and here the chances are two
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