Words sit on the tip of my tongue
Not quite rolling off as they normally would
Coz I'm trying to weigh them
Instead of having them flung
Upon you like a sheet of water
You looking meek
Like a lamb at slaughter
I just couldn't do it anymore
Coz I knew it tore
The very fiber of your being
And for me it was just a matter
Of avoiding a scene
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