Chapter 5 - Rotting Apple

Inside is where the pain resides
inside where nobody sees
what has happened is unchangeable
but the past is the sharpest knife
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Like cats eyes in the darkness
I'm the only one
who knows about this pain
And knows how deep it bleeds
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It tugs and pulls at every moment
each thing of daily life
it rules and it dictates
tying me to life's ground rock
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My life is almost faultless
its only me that's at fault
if God gave us each our lives
then why not give mine to the angel
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There are the crying children
at hells gates, yet innocent and pure
who would not waste the fruit,
yet I'm stuck with no mouth to eat them
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If I were to sit at hells gate
which once I know I did
at least I would suit my surroundings
and save that lonely kid
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Its like wasting sugar on a rotten apple
while fresh ones lie in wait
Why not through it out, as rot can't heal
its gone and can't come back
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although I try my hardest
to use here what I've got
It's so painful with that looming shadow
whispering in my ear just dirt and rot.

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