It's not a serious wound
Unless it leaves a scar
And, would you believe it
Your rapier has left a thousand gashes
On my weakened soul
Again and again, you scar me
I won't take it anymore
Get out of my life
I want to get away from you
How I'd love to be free
Independent of your forced criticism
Able to dodge your hateful blows
Shut up; go away
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