Cliff Hayven - Begging at the Feet of the Past

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Fake my death to get rid of my debts Change my name to run away Every new life I receive, I fuck it up like a cat who keeps running from sheltering The eyes of the future watch me run and waste away You say you're too screwed too old to live at full Oh, Bitterness, I don't wanna loathe in the echoes of yesterday, of yesterday The eyes of my end watch my run and waste it all And run away, and run away How easy you scare little girl With the heart of the animal that gets eat, so weak I walk to the hospital at nine at night To take the sword that felt pierced fresh through my chest I stalled in that bed for longer than I anticipated doctor, waiter dancer Think I'll stay a while I like the illusion of care of love better than I get these days If I give you another dollar Will you mean it? Bitterness I don't wanna loathe in the echoes of yesterday Of yesterday The bed of my end, head between my knees in regret Oh, how easy you scare little girl Oh father you can't buy my love You just hit and played pretend Begging at the feet of the past, screaming, "please don't own me!"
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