High Crimes

I wish they would have left me there to die
I wouldn’t give a fuck about the shit
I deal with now, like wishing I could cry
Or sucking up to try and deal with it

Nobody gave a shit that I’d been robbed
Of more than just the year of time I lost
Nobody understands tears I’ve sobbed
Nobody cares how much it fucking cost

I’d give them back their nickles and their dimes
They think they paid the price; I think they’re high
If life was fair they’d have to face their crimes
I wish they would have left me there to die

I never asked for help to stand and live
But people think it’s theirs to fucking give.

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