As unforgiven as Christ,
Next time you wear your heart,
Make sure your sleeve is not made of paper,
As for me, the fragile things,
That could burn are gone,
I'm fireproof now, baby,
Mediocre emotional pudding suits you best,
To me, it is far from just right,
And never hot,
You will always be number two son,
Completely full of shit,
There are lies that were and lies to come,
Store them in an anvil shaped box for god,
I sit in my brain's silent places,
And find comfort...find myself,
I'm OK but you will never be,
More like a nightmare than a song.
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