“None”

I'm the hate that grows inside you

Just the lies of a snake's forked tongue

I'm the closed mind that confounds you

The taste of metal from a loaded gun

I'm the lies you keep believing

The nobody wants to be someone

I'm the monster you created

But take the blame for the damage done

I'm the child that you're forgetting

Old man dead when the day is done

Don't play games like memory

When Chutes and Ladders is more fun

Better watch the cards you're dealing

Careful not to lose your turn

Rolling Dice and taking Chances

Play with matches and see what burns

And on the day that it's all over

Count regrets and pray there's none



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