Disease

If you wanted me you shoulda said so

Do you not see me here down below

You helped put me in the hole

So now you better know

That your words cut me deep

And made me put myself to sleep

 

Time will never heal what you said to me

So don’t even try to beg at my feet

Get off of your knees
Baby, you’re a disease

Trying to appease

Me

So that you can use me with ease 

This poem is about: 
Me

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