Your Returns

I’m not nice, I never made that profession
And you will elicit no confession
Of guilt that I did not do
Look in the mirror and it’ll be you
Breaking the backs of the ones who care
And I am gone, no I amn’t there
To subterfuge under a bridge
I had to die to know how to live

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