Swollen and full fo blood,
Times come by and im ready
To burst.
A Scab ready to be pealed
But never healed after the wound,
A sword broken by it's only owner.
Back fire for broken hearts,
Powering the intense hatred by ourselves,
Steel left to rot
They told me to keep it a secret,
That no one will know
When mother and father asked
I cut thier nose.
I ran to mountains
Later hills
To return to a friends funeral
His name is Steve
They tell me his friends,
Call him steel.
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