Rivals from Cattle Arithmetic by BALLERINA BLACK

Mind your business, pay attention to me,
Medication's all the wisdom I need.
I'm perceived as a part of the problem,
So I'll relieve you of any involvement, with me....

I'm continually gunned down, by glib remarks,
Best man, pressing the bruised parts.
Rebound's just a word in your weak heart.
All I every wanted for you was a new start.

So What, You're Leavin'..
Then Go Away...
So What, You're Leavin'..
Then Go Away...

Find home, a way through a pencil,
Blind hopes, broke away by the insults.
I'm cold, in a way that's resentful.
I feel I'm sinking deeper and deeper...

I feel bad, so why pretend,
That there's a way to make this end.
There's no way to starve this fever...
I feel I'm sinking deeper and deeper...

So What, You're Leavin'..
Then Go Away...
So What, You're Leavin'..
Then Go Away...

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