Disgust
Disgust
Why must you try to make me concede to the pain?
Question if I’m, you question if I’m sane?
What makes you think you could even stand with me?
Do you know me? Do you even see?
You scream at me in anger, curse the day we met
You whisper to me in silence try to make me regret
You hand me a poisoned apple in a golden case
You’re as beautiful as ever, evil dressed in lace
Why must you dig up everything from the past?
Fly your lies at full staff? Hope the high will last?
Do you really have that much anger and hate?
Which trap did you bait? Which one seals your fate?
You scream at me in anger, curse the day we met
You whisper to me in silence try to make me regret
You hand me a poisoned apple in a golden case
You’re as beautiful as ever, evil dressed in lace
You’ve offered me a branch many times before,
But I’m not so blind to you trying to settle the score.
You scream at me in anger, curse the day we met
You whisper to me in silence try to make me regret
You scream at me in anger, curse the day we met
You whisper to me in silence try to make me regret
You hand me a poisoned apple in a golden case
You’re as beautiful as ever, evil dressed in lace
Micah W. Kengle
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