Exhausted [& It Shows]
I give my time, you want my space
I give my words, you want my taste
I give my rhymes, you want a place
Immortalized by my grace
I give my flesh, you want my skin
I give you solace, you want my sins
I let you in, you want within
Rims only frame the places we cannot hide
Lies corrode the surfaces of every human eye
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