Rob Crow Chucked
Since the day of the decision
Eating me inside out
How the weight of the position
Ruins for us all, now
And my presence is not needed
Tear it apart
Ripped into tender shreds
Say please
So sick of these assholes
It was the path of least resistance
Caught in your simple lie
Threatened to crumble out from under
You took my honor and my word
And chucked it away
