Of no use.
I always meant the world to you
But bleed me dry, why don’t you.
I give, and you just take, turn the knife in my back,
If I’m no longer of use, then give me the sack.
You have broke my fortress down,
Knocked me over, and stole my crown,
So my smile is painted on,
In your eyes, I appear still strong,
So many things I want to say,
But suffer in silence, every day.
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