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the downward spiral bids me
walk on me
i keep going through the first wisps of unease and suspicion
onward, onward to distrust and depression
past old wounds of betrayal and
hold no-one’s hand in the fields of resentment and disbelief
feeling the place of Love Gone Wrong
until i am broken,
beaten,
and must admit
that this is the way things really are
without hope of salvation
this is who i really am,
who you really are,
this is the way the world really is,
and no grace from an unrepentant god
can undo the truth

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Stephen Tee c 2008

Who do you blame for the broken hearted
The rivers and the streams
Who do you blame for the broken hearted
Hey… it’s not me
I listen to your words of wisdom
That it’s by natural causes
And yes… it’s not you… but me
But is it change by nature
Or just your pollution ways
That no longer do you see
The pure blue in the sea
No longer do you see
The reflections down the stream
But that’s right… it’s not you… but me