will you let the doctor in
or does it boil your skin
to admit your wrong
    and i am right
for your pride
    will you say goodnight

like your father
    you will part
    for your beating
    stubborn heart
you are all backwards
    it's the way your world works
    or at least it did

rest in peace if you must
    your judgement i was wrong to trust
    i thought your mind had come around
    but it lies in your old town

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