Vegetable
I never wanted anything like this
I worked hard, tried hard
I ran around [in domestic bliss]
I fought hard, died long
Every time you're running out of here
Every time you're running I get the fear
I never wanted any broken bones
Scarred face, no home
Your words surround me and asphyxiate
And I burn all hate
Every time you're running out on me
Every time you're running I can see
I'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself
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◆ From: r311-63.D5-214.