I'm done with my silver spoon.
I've realized there's just no room.
I'd rather spit in my reflection,
then draw back waiting for my resurrection.
I realize you're always there for me,
But you take more than you give to me.
There are no cells left up to fight,
there are too many things to make right,
you blinded me with your ecstasy,
until I was without you,
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