The Day You Died By John Carter

There's a cry for help in silence
A sorry state of madness that we're in
Another victim of our social violence
To treat someone like this should be a sin

Your taunts are like blades
And they always hit their mark
Your words so carefully weighed
Each one a stab through the heart

But the answer that you get
Is not enough to satisfy
The tears don't seem so wet
When they're yours instead of mine

You can't take what you give
But that doesn't mean you'll stop
You need my fear to live
And to feed your hatred crop

If I don't give you what you want
You'll starve yourself inside
And maybe your last thought
Will be about the day you died...

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