Abolition

Fear is what got us here, years of misery
Forgery, fabrication, control, intimidation
I will never be what you want me to be
I would rather bleed than relinquish and concede
You expected me to serve on bended knee
You made a mistake thinking I would break
Tears are what brought us here, years of misery
Tragedy, fabrication, control, manipulation



Credits
Writer(s): Dischord
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