muscle-tough this, weezie and the last words you said straight to me were “hey babe” as your bootspurs cut into my temples I dripped spit on the floor as you walked out the door of our house I went over those hills with an axe in my hand I was cravin’ your blood, but all I got was sand and when I fell, I looked up at a burnin’ black sun in the sky so wicked I go now, and I don’t know why it’s wrong to feel hate but it shows in my eyes oh I can’t help but think that I’m losin’ my mind over you, darling

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