Muddy waters
Run deep
I should of known
You were
Just a creep
Crept out of
The woodwork
Like a cockroach
On a food search
Off my heart
Off the cuff
On my sleeve
A cover up
A cover up
Of a name
Gone corrupt
So corrupt
Now my arms
A prosthetic
Pathetic, maybe
I once thought so too
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