You say your problem vow thee, you can always have the right<br />
A swine of me, the ogrety, such a wither or your life<br />
But laughing at my life like you`re sent to be with me<br />
We can watch the test get harder, if that`s all that you believe,<br />
But if you take away the moment that you realize the fear,<br />
That you would fool my concience with every sickly smear<br />
In your suffocating silence, in your excuse for my child,<br />
The only life you see will do you harm<br />
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So I carry on without you, as a withered little git<br />
We`re crumpled and outspoken, such a sarcastic wit<br />
I get another mooler, who would only do me right,<br />
But I carry on without you, I will leave you with your fight<br />
I`d carry on without you `cos I`ll leave you with your fight, <br />
I carry on without you, I`ll leave you with your fight