“Parasites”

​Could you please be more specific
How I'm wrong you're always right
Yet to be more realistic
You’re just a leaching parasite
You feed on all the misery
Bring everybody down
There’s no redeeming value
Held inside you I have found
Do us all a favor
Pull the razor end to end
No time for the lies
That keep falling from your chin
Lips move when you’re lying
And I’m glad to know that now
Excuses fall like water
Push you under…pray you drowned
And drift so far away
That memory is sound
Tucked away in deep dark places
Where thoughts are lost and never found
 

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