November is a time of fright
sleeping in the cold of night
another day alone
another day from home.
I shall not return for fear
that for your lies I’ll shed tears.
Im tired of the bull s**t I hear
so for now I refuse to stay there.
My minds made up
my wings have spread
the lies I’ve heard ,I want you dead.
No more forgiveness
because when I cry
you shall see the real me .
For all of your life goodbye.
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