GUILT IS A DISEASE

I fell so high inside my heart-thought
a finest day until i learned i love me better
than you i say
i love me
and you’re ‘a great day’ till i heard
my brother died and he was all wasting away
under the oak
of
love i’m so insane i’m
so somewhere in a dream
i find offensive i bleed
so baby-boy i’m here love you better
than myself. i won’t complain brother
who died every night i’m so worst that you
i forgot to kiss the evening you wore//i’m so to
blame:
i’m a complaint
it’s all a dream
i hate myself
i maybe can turn time Back before i was born then
i’m done then i could go on i’m so insane i’m so in
life
i won’t complain — GUILT IS A DISEASE

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